No, I’m not getting senile. It’s just been a long day.
It’s called the Coanda effect.
How should I know what the Coanda effect is?
I called them. They’ll be here tomorrow.
In your dreams, pal.
I don’t think so.
You can’t seriously be asking me that.
I’ll have it ready by Thursday.
Fifteen dollars a dozen, I think.
Only if you don’t mind dying horribly.
Her name is Fluffy.
Probably five or six hundred protesters, but I don’t think anyone actually counted them.
Read the manual, fercryingoutloud!
No, there aren’t any alligators – just water moccasins.
No, the white phone. Still.
Yes, Operator; I’ll accept the charges.
That’s not what Stig over here tells me.
Hell, that’ll buff right out.
A duck!
No, they play on Sunday.