And I’d have gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been for you meddling kids!
I’d walk a million miles or more
For some of the gore
Of those good old days!
You know, I actually pity those poor Hun bastards we’re going up against, by God, I do. We’re not just going to shoot the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads on our tanks.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Dropping napalm. Follow in order… Dump 'em all.
What a dump!
I know this place isn’t as warm as I hoped. But I’m gonna light a vanilla candle, and it’s gonna be a game-changer.
[sees ghosts]
And we’re out!
Nothing like two dudes and a dog making candles.
Some prefer the fine arts, others the occupational crafts.
Don’t touch me, I’m a doctor.
Of what?
Music.
Can you fix a hi-fi?
No, sir.
Then shut up!
Now you has jazz.
We would like to open with a tribute to a great jazz musician, a man who died a few years ago. He passed away ahead of us, but he was always doing things… ahead of us.
This… is Miles Davis and John Coltrane. Stockholm, 1963. Two masters of freedom, playing at a time before their art was corrupted by a zillion cocktail lounge performers who destroyed the legacy of the only American art form. Jazz.
Elvis! Play something with balls!
Long live the king.
It’s good to be the king.
Courage is the king of kings.
With courage I’d be king of kings!
I’d be hailed and crowned by every living thing –
If I, If I, were K-King!
-“BB”-
Truly, this man was the son of God.
He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy!