Climb every mountain,
Search high and low,
Follow every highway,
Every path you know.
Stop that! Stop that! You’re not going into a song while I’m here.
Now on with the opera. Let joy be unconfined. Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons and necking in the parlor.
Here they are again, folks! These wonderful, wonderful kids! Still struggling! Still hoping! As the clock of fate ticks away, the dance of destiny continues! The marathon goes on, and on, and on! HOW LONG CAN THEY LAST?
Why can’t they be like we were? Perfect in every way. What’s the matter with kids to-day?
I can’t begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else.
You are exceptionally odd.
You are a sad, strange little man.
She practically called us crooks!
I don’t like crooks, and if I did like crooks, I wouldn’t like crooks that were stool pigeons, and if I did like crooks that were stool pigeons, I still wouldn’t like you!
Stop saying that! Make him stop saying that!
Black Bolt can tear you to pieces with one whisper from his mouth.
You can sit around with the gin running out of your mouth; you can humiliate me; you can tear me to pieces all night, that’s perfectly okay, that’s all right.
Give me a drink.
Beulah, peel me a grape.
As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.
May I bone your kipper, Madame?
Perhaps you would like me to come in there and wash your dick for you, you little shit.
So then I go to the stinking bathroom. I wash my stinking face. Then I eat some stinking sausages.
What an incredible smell you’ve discovered!