For those cosy virtuosi,
known as “hipsters” to the trade,
wish to show you now
Precisely how
Jazz music is made.
Leave my house! I never want to see you again - you jazz singer!
I’m a baaaad boy!
Well, I think testimony that can put a boy into the electric chair should be that accurate.
You’ve been declared competent, son, 'know what that means? 'Means you gonna ride the lightning. Ha ha.
I’m of the school that believes that the last 30 seconds of a person’s life ought to have a little zip in them!
God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people’s minds with our high voltage rock. In your name, we pray. Amen.
The power of god compels you!
Sin, sin, sin! You’re all sinners! You’re all doomed to perdition!
The death to which you’re dooming hundreds of poor men daily - in a frantic effort to send their souls to perdition before your own - is a light pleasantry compared to the bleeding death in the lungs to which the great Judge has condemned you.
No-Name City! No-Name City! The Lord don’t like it here!
Look, kid, if you want to have any fun at all in this town, you’re gonna have to buy something stronger than Coca-Cola.
Joey! Let’s make some Wake-up Juice.
-“BB”-
A princess does not chortle! Does nae stuff her gob! Rises early!
As you wish.
Pathetic earthlings… who can save you now?
Commander, do something violent.
He-e-e-e-r-e’s Johnny!
TINAAAA!!! Bring me the axe!
And I guess that was your friend in the wood chipper.