Slap me thrice and hand me to me mama. It’s Jack!
Herrrre’s Johnny!
He thinks he’s John Wayne.
John Wayne? That’s a terrible cowboy name!
Uh, well, sir, I ain’t a f’real cowboy. But I am one helluva stud!
He is a rambunctious sort, ain’t he?
You’re tearing me apart!
Get off me, you little fungus!
Keep him out of the light. He hates bright light. Especially sunlight - it’ll kill him. And keep him away from water. Don’t get him wet. But the most important rule, the rule you can never forget - no matter how much he cries, or how much he begs, never, never feed him after midnight.
History is made at night.
This piece of shit has a thousand eyes!
Make up your mind, dude, is he gonna shit or is he gonna kill us?
Daddy, I need to go to the shithouse.
That must be a king
(How can you tell?)
He hasn’t got shit all over him
What we don’t need around here is you shitbrain!
He’s shittin’ bricks.
You shouldn’t say that.
Sorry. . .shittin’ rocks.
Brick by brick, my citizens. Brick by brick.
A city is built of brick, Pharoah. The strong make many, the starving make few. The dead make none.
Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
We’ll not discriminate great from small,
And we’ll serve anyone, meaning anyone,
And to anyone at all!