So, eleven hundred men went into the water, three hundred sixteen men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.
Well, they are what’s called a trophy fish. So, yeah, they’re pretty big.
Leia: The cave is collapsing!
Han: This is no cave!
That’s no moon. It’s a space station.
Kennedy will build houses on the moon by 1970 and you know why, cause he’s got confidence.
Do you realize what people are shelling out up there for a few miserable rooms off a common elevator?
I know him. He’ll kill himself just to spite me. Then his ghost will come back, following me around the apartment, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning…
Miss Jenkins said it was clean? Do YOU think it’s clean? Do YOU think it’s clean? Look at that, DO you?
I mean, where do you train your nurses, Mrs. Christie – Dachau?
Oh no, we have a sick patient here, nurse. Prepare the OR, stat!
If Mr. McMurphy doesn’t want to take his medication orally, I’m sure we can arrange that he can have it some other way. But I don’t think that he would like it.
You learn anything about proctology yet?
A little.
Good, take care of this asshole for me, will you?
“Why? Why me?”
“You’re an asshole, Roscoe. That’s why.”
-“BB”-
A sphincter says what?
You’re not wrong,Walter, you’re just an asshole.
Connie Marble, you stand convicted of assholeism! Your proper punishment will now take place. Look pretty for the picture, Connie!
Call me an asshole one more time.
If you think you’re gonna’ get back in my panties, forget it. There’s one asshole in there already.
“Joey Nichols. See. Nichols. See, Nichols! Yuh see, nickels! You can always remember my name, just think of Joey Five Cents. That’s me. Joey Five Cents!”
“What an asshole!”