I can’t stop thinking about that audience tonight. You don’t know what it feels like, Mel, when they’re all applauding and yelling and whistling. They did whistle, didn’t they?
If you’re deep in trouble and you don’t know what to do: give a little whistle, give a little whistle.
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle
Don’t grumble, give a whistle
And this’ll help things turn out for the best
Ted Kramer: I came home to share with my wife one of the five best days of my life, and she tells me that she doesn’t want to live with me anymore! Do you know what she’s done?
Margaret Phelps: Yes, she loused up one of the five best days of your life.
When Kramer hears about this, the shit’s going to hit the fan!
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you’re going to see some serious shit.
-“BB”-
I feel the need for speed.
Here in Kentucky is the Blue Grass Country where champions are born. Black, beige and chestnut. Glorious creatures. Born to run and keep on running.
Feet, don’t fail me now!
Hello, dog. What do you want, eh? You like my feet, do you? Have your fill and away you go. Feet are considered a delicacy among certain animals, you know.
Honey, I’d rather eat out of the garbage.
(reading)
Three little kittens love to play
They had fun in the sun all day
Then their mother came out and said,
“Time for kittens to go to bed.”
(looks up) Wow, this is garbage! You actually like this?
-“BB”-
VLADIMIR
Moron!
ESTRAGON
That’s the idea, let’s abuse each other.
They turn, move apart, turn again and face each other.
VLADIMIR
Moron!
ESTRAGON
Vermin!
VLADIMIR
Abortion!
ESTRAGON
Morpion!
VLADIMIR
Sewer-rat!
ESTRAGON
Curate!
VLADIMIR
Cretin!
ESTRAGON
(with finality) Crritic!
VLADIMIR
Oh!
Sir, it seems that you’re are a no better a judge of human beings than you are a specimen of one. Just on a brief inventory I’d say you could use yourself a shave and a better disposition. And lastly, if you don’t mind me aspersing your friends… a better class of drinking buddies.
I’m a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic. Hail Satan and have a lovely afternoon, madam.
God is dead! Satan lives!
The devil makes more sense than God does. It’s good to have somebody to blame for the bad stuff. Maybe God is there because people get scared of all the bad stuff they do. They figure that God and the Devil are always playing this game of tug-of-war game with them. And they never know which side they’re gonna wind up on. I guess that tug-of-war idea explains how sometimes, even when people try to do something good, it still turns out bad.
There’s a reason for everything. There’s always a plan.
I love it when a plan comes together,
-“BB”-
I’m taking care of business.