I’ve found that not only does tea cleanse the palate, but it offers a soothing balm when facing some hard home truths.
There’s no place like home.
We can’t go home again.
That’s tough. You must have a lot of abandonment issues.
That’s the middle child syndrome talking.
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and I’ll give ya something to cry about you little bastard!
You pompous ass!
Did he actually call himself the talent?
I’m the greatest Star. I am by far, but no one knows it.
My mom reckons I’m going to be a star. And stars don’t fall from the sky.
Mama says, stupid is as stupid does.
A boy’s best friend is his mother.
Mother! I’ve turned the cooling unit back on. Mother!
The ship will automatically destruct in T minus five minutes.
You… BITCH!
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You… IDIOT! You made me, remember? You dropped me into that vat of chemicals. That wasn’t easy to get over. And don’t think that I didn’t try.”
“I know you did.” PUNCH!
Now I know what it feels like to be God!
“Zod.”
Ask the general to quickly arrest all teenage girls. Don’t let one of them go.
Leave it to ol’ Slim. I got ideas – and they’re all vile, baby.
What if, theoretically speaking, we weren’t down with that plan?
You know what kind of plan never fails? No plan. No plan at all. You know why? Because life cannot be planned.