This is our private stockpile for the Ice Age. Sub arctic temperatures will force us underground for a billion, billion years.
10,000 B.C. Tuesday. After lunch.
I didn’t come here to talk business, I’m out with my wife! Now… get me a clean spoon.
We could use the 5,000 pounds to buy a spoon.
It’s a utility belt, not a money belt.
I don’t care for any fine attire
Vanderbilt might admire
No, no, not me
All I care about is love…
If you’re blue, and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where fashion sits? Puttin’ on the ritz
Different types of wear a day coat, pants with stripes and cutaway coat
Perfect fits, puttin’ on the ritz.
From the very first day when filthy bits of slime crawled out of the sea and called to the stars “I am man”, our greatest dread has always been the knowledge of our mortality. But tonight, we will hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself. Tonight, we shall ascend into the heavens! We shall mock the earthquake! We shall command the thunders and PENETRATE THE VERY WOMB OF IMPERVIOUS NATURE HERSELF!!!
Beware the beast Man, for he is the Devil’s pawn. Alone among God’s primates, he kills for sport or lust or greed. Yes, he will murder his brother to possess his brother’s land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him; drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death.
Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valour, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.
The Sphinxes eyes stay closed, until someone who does not feel his own worth tries to pass by.
I’m gonna be a big man in this country.
Look… everybody’s looking at me. It’s the first time I ever felt important.
Stop looking at me Swan!
What the hell am I looking at here, Wade?
Well, from here it looks an awful lot like a rainy night in Kokomo, Indiana.
We’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you might miss it.
We belong dead.
A hundred-and-fifty-thousand people die every day. The system wasn’t designed to handle that kind of volume.