My name is Pussy Galore.
I must be dreaming.
Hi, I’m Plenty. James Bond : But of course you are. Plenty O’Toole : Plenty O’Toole. James Bond : Named after your father perhaps?
Well, I wasn’t named before him!
I was thinking of some name like Hannah or Hagar or Hephzibah, picking up where your mother left off.
There it is, darling. Your new home. The House of Hfuhruhurr.
I sabotaged the Shield Generators. I’ve brought House Atreides down.
No matter what happen, God has led you home. So lay em’ down Sethe, sword and shield. For God has led you home.
Someone get this man a shield.
You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?
Oh, your strength gives me strength. {Runs away}
You’re strong… but I could snap my fingers… and you’d all cease to exist.
You could do great harm.
I’ll be back.
What did I miss?
Well, let’s see: First, the Earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes-Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di’s clothes.
My first day as a woman and I’m getting hot flashes.
Fix your boobs – you look like a bleedin’ Picasso!
-“BB”-
They’re called boobs, Ed.
SHE’S married to Roger Rabbit?
Tits!