Game over, man, game over!
Juror: We find the defendents … quilty.
Judge: Do you mean, “Guilty?”
Juror: Oh yeah, the g looked like a q.
“Of all the gin joints, in all the world, she had to walk into mine.”
“I hate you more! If hate were people, I’d be China!”
“I’ll have what she’s having”
“I can’t do that! Can YOU do that? How can THEY do that? Who ARE those guys?”
“Here come the rain clouds.”
“It’s not my goddamn planet, monkeyboy!”
I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career…I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed…you know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.
I don’t know. Maybe it was Utah.
“But I don’t want to be Judge Judy and executioner!”
“Hasn’t she heard about the miracle of masturbation?”
“It’s really not that great a restaurant. Plus, the maitre d’ had this really disgusting cold sore.”
“There’s no crying in baseball!!”
“We need to find someone who can not only fly this plane, but who didn’t have fish for dinner!”
It’s twue! It’s twue!
I’m here to kick ass and chew bubblegum. And I’m all out of bubblegum.
“From what I hear, you couldn’t hit water if you fell out of a fuckin’ boat.”
My favorite, Clint Eastwood rolled up in one sentence.
I googled this and got nothin’. What’s this from?
I aim to misbehave.
“He’ll regret it to his dying day…if ever he lives that long.”
“Think white and get serious”.