Oh, God. I don’t care. I don’t care. Take me to the bed.
I can’t wait to get old so I can get by on five hours sleep.
Dream On!
You’re waiting for a train. A train that’ll take you far away.
You’ve got a dead engineer and a runaway train that’s going to hit Chicago in fifteen minutes. Now what are you going to do about it?
-“BB”-
Throw Momma from the train!
When I called you a son of a bitch, I didn’t mean it
I don’t think you’re an asshole, Royal. I just think you’re kind of a son of a bitch.
You’re not wrong, Walter. You’re just an asshole.
If you save the world, we can do it in the asshole.
This town needs an enema.
This used to be a quiet town.
Everything’s up to date in Kansas City.
Evelyn was in this city for a long time. She saw a lot that was terrible, but she stayed hopeful. She still believed that things were getting better, sometimes despite all evidence. And that’s a hard thing to do, stay hopeful. Even when you can’t find a reason.
She had a Mount Rushmore t-shirt on, and those guys never looked so good. Especially Jefferson and Lincoln. Kind of bloated but happy.
Oh, my nipples explode with delight!
No, mommy’s just joking, honey. Like a clown.
Make 'em laugh! Make 'em laugh! Don’t you know everyone wants to laugh?
I’m going up at the Comedy & Magic Club doing stand-up. You should come watch me.
And now, the star of our show, the kamikaze of comedy! Fasten your seat belts, put on your crash helmets; because here he comes… Mr. Saturday Night… Buddy Young, Junior!