Zohan! He has a bomb… and puppies!
- Well, let’s see, now. That’s eighty four and fifteen plus two. A hundred and one!
- A hundred and one? My, where did they all come from?
- Oh ho, Pongo, you old rascal!
Just a numbers game, huh? Body count? That’s all it is to you guys!
You know, we were lucky tonight. Body count’s less than 200.
Many Shubs and Zulls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of a Sloar that day, I can tell you.
I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your friend Jessie is very strange. Technically, he’s very weird. I mean, he don’t talk much. I never trust a man who don’t talk much. Am I right, Angel?
I shot Jessie James!
I’m the fastest gun north, south, east, and west of the Pecos.
Let me whip this out!
Mind if I… zip this up?
I don’t want my brother coming out of that toilet with just his dick in his hands, alright?
I know it was you, Fredo!
You accuse me now of murder?
And when they put you in that cell, and those bars slam home, that’s when you know it’s for real.
In prison, dinner was always a big thing. We had a pasta course and then we had a meat or a fish.
Yes, yes, I remember, I had the lasagna.
Leave the gun, take the cannoli.
Did you ever suck the jelly out of a jelly doughnut and then fill it with chocolate swirl ice cream?
Dora, there never was a doughnut like that. Dora, if you advertised on the radio, you’d make a fortune.
No radio, no feed source.