No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to be cut in half by the laser.
I killed Yvette, as my hatred was like heaving breaths of flame on the side of my face.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen. Listen closely to me.
Now is the winter when we’re really bummed out.
Run into that hole in the wall!
Haven’t I told you to use wooden hangers instead of wire ones?
I’m sorry Dave; although I can do that, I won’t.
When you’re old, and people ask them what you did on St. Crispen’s Day, you can tell them that you helped the king kill a whole bunch of Frenchies. And that it was really muddy.
What we have here is a disconnect between a stated request and the execution of said request.
Some individuals are impossible to impact. The consequence of which was self-evidential the week past, and the intended end state. Thus, his desired state is achieved. I loathe this at least as much as your in group.
“You wouldn’t be able to do these awful things to me if I weren’t still in this chair.”
“That’s irrelevant, Blanche. That’s irrelevant, because the condition applies.”
James Bond “Martini, shaken, not stirred, garnished with a cherry Life Saver or Jolly Rancher.”
I want you to place it and apply pressure to it, oh, a little above your shins would work, I guess.
I am the gosh-darn Shore Patrol, you jerk! I AM the gosh-darn Shore Patrol!!
No, young lad, the proper Latin phrasing for “Romans, go home” would be “Romani, ite domum.” Good night, now.
"I was on the USS Indianapolis. It sank, a bunch of guys got eaten by sharks, and then we got rescued.
Who wants another beer?"
“I ain’t no critter! I is a human BEAN!”
My father said it was fine to shoot blue jays, but to leave mockingbirds alone, because they just sing pretty songs. Or something like that. Didn’t really make much sense to me either.
Commander Scott, please energize the transport system to remove me from this situation and return me to the Enterprise.
Miss Lane, I’m here to fight for truth, justice, and the representational democracy of a constitutional republic explicitly built around freedom of expression, trial by jury, the right to keep and bear arms, and so on and so forth.
The extent of your leadership encompasses merely Jack and Shit. Alas, Jack has departed the premises.
I’m a guy who dresses up like a bat.
“Why don’t you come up and see me some time to meet my mother.”