You know what yegg? I believe you.
He told them to look not at the facts, but at the meaning of the facts. Then he said the facts had no meaning.
I am talking about your potential. You’re not a ‘C’ student, yet you’re gettin’ ‘C’ grades. It’s the disparity here that concerns your dad and me.
You don’t say much my friend, but when you do it’s to the point, and I salute you for it.
I’ll press your flesh, you dimwitted sumbitch! You don’t tell your pappy how to court the electorate. We ain’t one-at-a-timin’ here. We’re MASS communicating!
Shut the fuck up, Donny.
Eight-year-olds, Dude.
You shall see thangs, wonderful to tell. You shall see a… a cow… on the roof of a cotton house, ha. And, oh, so many startlements.
I’m sorry I wasn’t listening, can you repeat that?
I’m not set up to mold hard rubber.
And what, to flog a horse, that if not dead is at this point in mortal danger of expiring, does this little square represent?
<whisper> We thot you was a - TOAD!</whisper>
Thank you boys for throwin’ in that fricassee. I’m a man of large appetite, and even with lunch under my belt, I was feelin’ a mite peckish.
Ham sandwich on stale rye bread. Lots of mayo, easy on the ham.
Uh, I’ll just have a, um, salad, please. Uh, baby field greens.
I slaughtered this horse last Tuesday. I think it’s startin’ to turn.
I told that Kraut a thousand fuckin’ times: I don’t roll on Shabbos!
Why ain’t you breast-feeding? You appear to be capable.
Well, you lying… unconstant… succubus!
Let N.O.M.A.N. put asunder…