Oh really? Why don’t you just say what this is really about.
You want me to have an abortion.
Regards,
Shodan
When she leaves here, put a tail on her.
What a pisser.
Every single person in this thread that shot back a line from the movie. QED.
Comments like this are just so absurd and illogical.
I just want to tell everyone in this thread good luck…
we’re all counting on you
Jive-ass dude don’t got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit.
I’m Father O’Flanagan, and I am a man of God. Therefore you must trust me when I tell you that we’re all likely going to die.
It’s really the only sensible thing to do, if it’s done safely.
Yes, I know, things used to be different. I remember when we first met. It was during the war. I was in the Air Force stationed in Drambui, off the Barbary coast. I used to hang out at the Magumba bar. It was a rough place, the seediest dive on the wharf. Populated with every reject and cut-throat from Bombay to Calcutta. Its worse than Detroit. The mood in the place was downright ugly. You wouldn’t walk in there unless you knew how to use your fists. You could count on a fight breaking out almost every night. I didn’t go there that night to fall in love, I just dropped in for a couple of drinks. But, suddenly, there she was. I was captivated, entranced. It hit me like a thunderbolt. I had to ask the guy next to me to pinch me to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I was afraid to approach her, but that night fate was on my side. We laughed, we talked, we danced. I never wanted it to end. I guess I still don’t. But, enough about me – I hope this hasn’t been boring for you.
Oh, it’s a big pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels and it looks like a big Tylenol!
“How about some coffee, Johnny?”
“No, thanks.”
It was a rough place - the seediest dive on the wharf. Populated with every reject and cutthroat from Bombay to Calcutta. It’s worse than Detroit.
On second thought, how about a Black Russian?
I just want to tell everyone in this thread good luck…
we’re all counting on you
Oh stewardess! I speak jive.
I guess the foot’s on the other hand now, isn’t it, Kramer?
Jim never vomits at home.
How soon can we land?
And Leon is getting LARGER!
I can’t tell you.