We’re on a mission from God.
I’m here on the Lord’s work, Mrs. Snell; spreadin’ the gospel of God’s salvation through Christ’s blood
Well, looks like your prayers straightened everything out.
Kali Ma protects us! We are her children! We pledge our devotion to her with an offering of flesh… and blood!
Bone of the father, unwillingly given…
Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed…
Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken…
The Dark Lord shall rise again!
-“BB”-
It is better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path.
You are all my children, and you’re lost because you follow blind leaders. These false gods, systems of the weak, they’ve ruined my world. No more.
He’s not the Messiah. He’s a very naughty boy.
He was born in front of a live audience.
And now, the star of our show, the kamikaze of comedy! Fasten your seat belts, put on your crash helmets; because here he comes… Mr. Saturday Night… Buddy Young, Junior!
I watch the stock market channel all the time… I just watch because I suspect that anchor man of being an evil leprechaun… he can bullsh*t everybody else, but he ain’t fooling me.
They’re always after me lucky charms.
Cereal? I’ve been drinking coffee since I was three.”
Three little maids from school are we.
Blossom! Bubbles! Buttercup!
Great. Just great. I ask for three hard-nosed nurses and they send me Park Avenue debutantes.
Look, mother, I want to go to work in one hour. We are the Pros from Dover and we figure to crack this kid’s chest and get out to the golf course before it gets dark. So you go find the gas-passer and you have him pre-medicate this patient. Then bring me the latest pictures on him. The ones we saw must be 48 hours old by now. Then call the kitchen and have them rustle us up some lunch. Ham and eggs will be all right. Steak would be even better. And then give me at least ONE nurse who knows how to work in close without getting her tits in my way.
Americans spend $125 billion a year on health. More than defense. Because Americans believe in medical care. These great hospital complexes are the cathedrals of our age. Billions of dollars, thousands of beds. A whole nation of sick people turning to us for help.
Always the same. People come. People go…nothing ever happens.
If this is the best they’ve got around here, in six months we’ll be running this planet.