I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he’s holding her – it’s almost – filthy. I mean, he’s about to kiss her and she’s pulling away. The way the leg’s sort of smashed up against her – Phew – Look how he’s painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it’s sort of touching him about here. It’s really – pretty torrid, don’t you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they’re all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally – erect.
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’.
You using the whole fist, Doc?
“And you must be Doc Holliday.”
“That’s the rumor.”
Say, “Ahhh!”
Good news, Jack. We can rule out demonic possession!
You weak-minded fool! He’s using an old Jedi mind trick!
Find out what they’re afraid of and sell it back to them.
“He’s a murderer, a hired killer. His nose was bit off in a fight.”
“If I was gonna be scared, I’d be scared of the fella who bit it off, not him!”
I vant to suck your blooooood!
I never drink…wine.
Put down the bottle and we’ll say no more
Follow, follow the fold.
He’s in a sanitarium. He really wants to stop drinking, Oliver. He’s trying very hard. I know he is. What is it? What is it that makes him want to destroy himself? You’ve known him longer than anyone else. Tell me what it is. Please. I don’t care but just tell me.
Snitches get stitches.
And the thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’… ‘til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin’ and your hollerin’ those sharks come in and… they rip you to pieces.
Here’s to J.J. and all the pieces of him we couldn’t find.
First they tore my legs off and they threw them over there! Then they took my chest out and they threw it over there!
Oh, that’s you all over!
Choke on 'em! Choke on 'em!
Joe don’t get no sugar in his coffee; he just gets water poured over the grounds.