Shut the fuck up, Donny!
Don’t get mad at me! I didn’t even wanna be here! Y’all the ones that wanted to be here!
Hey. It ain’t time to go. You trying to leave us?!
I came to say I cannot stay; I must be going.
Follow the Yellow Brick Road!
I would have followed you, my brother… My captain… My king.
Hey! Let’s hear it for Captain America!
O Captain, My Captain!
Mr. Christian, I give you your last chance to return to duty.
You write “Born to Kill” on your helmet and you wear a peace button. What’s that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
Why so serious?
It is my intention to make no provision herein for my son Christopher or my daughter Christina, for reasons which are well known to them.
Where there is a will there is a way, and I have a way.
It’s my way or the highway.
Hit the road, flee for your life…
I’m scared. I’ve forgotten how to sleep without dolls. I can’t get through a day without a doll. Please, Lyon, don’t send me there. I need a doll! Lyon, don’t leave me here! Just give me a doll! Just one! Lyon!
If a guy did not have a doll, who would holler at him?
The guy’s only doin’ it for a doll.
Megan is a great listener, and even has a few stories of her own.
Once upon a time there lived in Denmark a great storyteller named Hans Christian Andersen. This is not the story of his life, but a fairy tale about the great spinner of fairy tales.