That kid’s been stoned since the third grade
When he was 14, he taught me the three-card trick. That’s growing up fast.
As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a gangster.
My congratulations: no one likes you any more.
Navin R. Johnson: Well I’m gonna to go then! And I don’t need any of this. I don’t need this stuff, and I don’t need you. I don’t need anything. Except this.
[picks up an ashtray]
Navin R. Johnson: And that’s the only thing I need is this. I don’t need this or this. Just this ashtray… And this paddle game. - The ashtray and the paddle game and that’s all I need… And this remote control. - The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that’s all I need… And these matches. - The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control, and the paddle ball… And this lamp. - The ashtray, this paddle game, and the remote control, and the lamp, and that’s all I need. And that’s all I need too. I don’t need one other thing, not one… I need this. - The paddle game and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches for sure. Well what are you looking at? What do you think I’m some kind of a jerk or something! - And this. That’s all I need.
[walking outside]
Navin R. Johnson: The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, and this magazine, and the chair.
Navin R. Johnson: [outside now] And I don’t need one other thing, except my dog.
[Shithead growls at him]
Navin R. Johnson: I don’t need my dog.
All I need is some tasty waves and a cool buzz and I’m fine.
Ride The Wild Surf
First we’ll teach you how to surf.
That’s not ALL they’ve been teaching her.
When you sing, you begin with do, re, mi.
Do’s a dear, a female deer!
Faster! Faster, Bambi! Don’t look back! Keep running! Keep running!
I’d keep playing. I don’t think the heavy stuff’s going to come down for quite a while.
-“BB”-
Is it still raining? I hadn’t noticed.
Isn’t this a lovely day to be caught in the rain?
Could be worse.
How?
Could be raining.
By George, she’s got it! By George, she’s got it! Now once again, where does it rain?
Oh, it’s a big pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels and it looks like a big Tylenol.
You’re gonna stay right here and get a bellyful of flying. You’re gonna make every mission. You’re not air exec anymore. You’re just an airplane commander.
And if you screw up just this much, you’ll be flying a cargo plane full of rubber dog sh*t out of Hong Kong!