Close your eyes and lie down.
And I cover up my head and my prayers they are all said
And I sing my yawning song.
We’ll pray. We’ll pray. We’ll pray for the last time. We’ll pray
Dear Lord, We’ve come to the end of our journey, and in a little while we’ll stand before you. I pray for you to be merciful. Judge us not for our weaknesses, but for our love and open the doors of heaven for Charlie and me.
Once upon a time there were three very different little girls who grew up to be three very different women with three things in common: they’re brilliant, they’re beautiful, and they work for me. My name is Charlie.
Race for your life, Charlie Brown!
Hey I’ve been lookin’ all over for ya man. Didn’t nobody tell ya I was lookin’ for ya?..Hey, you’re supposed to be the fastest thing in the Valley, man, but that can’t be your car. It must be your mama’s car. I’m sorta embarrassed to be this close to ya.
We’re racing for pinks.
Mr. Pink : Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe : Because you’re a faggot, alright?
It sounds like steam escaping.
In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I remember thinking it would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty.
All right, listen up, ladies and gentlemen, our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injuries, is 4 miles per hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive’s name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.
You’ve been a fugitive. You’ve been in prison for your beliefs, you’ve lost family and loved ones. I mean, you’ve just been through so much. How is it you’re so happy?
I think you’re all fu@ked in the head. We’re ten hours from the fu%king fun park and you want to bail out. Well I’ll tell you something. This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun… We’re all gonna have so much fu$king fun we’re gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles! You’ll be whistling ‘Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah’ out of your assholes! I must be crazy! I’m on a pilgrimage to see a moose. Praise Marty Moose! Holy S#it!
Have fun storming the castle!
It’s not a house it’s a home, a man’s home is his castle.
There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
There’s a light over in the Frankenstein place.
Believe it or not, this used to be a great neighborhood - till it changed.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.