Oh Lord, please don’t burn us, don’t grill or toast your flock, don’t put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock, don’t braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok. Oh please don’t lightly poach us, or baste us with hot fat, don’t fricassee or roast us, or boil us in a vat. And please don’t stick thy servants Lord, in a rotissomat.
Only please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.
Oh,please, Mr.bar-room brawler, don’t hurt me or anything like that.
Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.
Uh-uh, don’t shoot him. You’ll only make him mad.
I’m afraid of him! I’m afraid of him!
Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya!
All right, I’ll go in there for Dorothy. Wicked Witch or no Wicked Witch, guards or no guards, I’ll tear them apart. I may not come out alive, but I’m going in there. There’s only one thing I want you fellows to do.
Witches in days gone by were roasted just like my Vienna sausage.
Even the innocent sometimes burn at the stake.
I will be damned forever, I have burnt a saint!
You have to be a very good, and usually very dead person to become a saint. And more importantly, you need to work three miracles. Now, get to work.
That’s right… This world… is cruel. It hit me that living was like a miracle.
It’s A Wonderful Life
Ah, that’s GREAT! THAT’S JUST GREAT! WHERE THE HELL ARE WE NOW, HUH? YOU’RE CERTIFIABLE, QUINT, YOU KNOW THAT? YOU’RE CERTIFIABLE!
We all go a little mad sometimes.
Have I gone mad?’
‘I am afraid so, you are entirely bonkers. but I will tell you a secret… all the best people are.
He’s positively pixilated!
You oughta know, honey, you just came out of the nuthouse.
If I lose today, they can commit me for a year. Sixty days before the year is up, the hospital can ask to retain me. If I lose again, I’m gone for another year. And from then on, it’s two-thirds of the maximum sentence, which comes out to be 16 or 17 years, and that’s without a trial.