Could be raining.
Afraid of a little lightning?
The lightning. It is good for you! Your father was Frankenstein, but your mother was the lightning!
I’d like to run some gynecological tests on the mother.
Who wouldn’t?
Get away from her, you bitch!
Not MY daughter, you bitch!
-“BB”-
Lassie, come home!
If more people valued home above gold, this world would be a merrier place.
He needs to go home; he’s calling his people. And I don’t know where they are, but he needs to go home.
Oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home!
Forrest, I wanna go home.
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
(Also filmed in Savannah, GA)
Midnight. Baseball bats and boogeymen. Beautiful.
“It was the Boogeyman.”
“As a matter of fact, it was.”
He’s a good man? Heh, heh, he’s the Prince of fucking Darkness! He’ll have people testifying they saw her waterskiing in Marblehead last summer. Now look, Frank, don’t *fuck with this case!
We were investigating a robbery at the First National Bank of Toontown. Back in those days, me and Teddy liked working Toontown, thought it was a lot of laughs. Anyway, this guy got away with a zillion simoleons. We trailed him to a little dive down on Yukster Street. We went in. Only he got the drop on us, literally. Dropped a piano on us from fifteen stories. Broke my arm, Teddy never made it. I never did find out who that guy was. All I remember was him standing over me laughing, with those burning red eyes, and that high, squeaky voice.
Teddy, you must know lots of professors, heads of departments, men like that.
Now try to understand that I understand, that scientists and creators have their little eccentricities. Einstein hated hair cuts, Da Vinci love to paint, and Newton…
He had something to do with figs, didn’t he?
I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, who said, “… I drank what?”"
He chose… poorly.