I love to love you baby…
It’s been too many times and I can’t go back
Night bars, guitars, rundown motels like shacks
Hmm, I see. Tell me, do you have an opinion on Love Shacks?
Well, I heard a rumor that there are a lot of people who love Shaq, though I myself am indifferent to amazing dudes in baggy shorts.
What about eight-foot men in their underwear?
This free associating is gettiing out of hand.
Hand me down my walking cane, hand me down my hat.
Hands down, my hat’s off to you.
Hands up! Give me your shoes. And your walking cane. And your hat.
Mein Führer, I can walk!
I recall hearing a song being played in the Delarge house and realizing that portmanteau composition can drastically affect meaning, and you might not be able to discern the spacing verbally. Was she singing “I want to marry a light housekeeper” or “I want to marry a lighthouse keeper” ? The difference is significant.
Not in the original Klingon.
Google translates from Klingon as “I want to marry Light-Horse Harry Lee”. Then you would have a strong, rebel warrior man child!
Heghlu’meH QaQ jajvam
First in war, last in peace, and somewhere around the middle of his class at the Klingon Military Academy.
It is a mediocre day to die! Perhaps we should try again tomorrow.
Mediocre day to you, sir!
My brain hurts!
Brain the size of a planet…
Sorry, objects that small aren’t classified as planets anymore.
Pluto would like a word with you.