Throw out your hands
Stick out your tush
Hands on your hips
Give 'em a push
You’ll be surprised
You’re doing the French Mistake
Voila!
On the Bateaux Mouche, the only polite direction in which to look is up… at the moon.
He’s a Libra moon, and that says a lot.
Sport never killed nobody. He’s a Libra.
What’s your sign, big boy?
M-M-Max. Headroom
You should’ve gone for the head.
I am declaring granny law. And if you don’t obey granny law, I will paint your back porch red.
Gotta dream boy Gotta song Paint your wagon And come along
That’s the big guy. Quite a paintbrush he’s got.
You’re not the boss of me, Jack. You’re not the king of Dirk. I’m the boss of me. I’m the king of me. I’m Dirk Diggler. I’m the star. It’s my big dick and I say when we roll.
Who is king here? I remind you, so you remember that? I do not remember any promises.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, is this not the most perfect kingdom of them all?
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Something wrong with his throat…
My throat’s sore. I’ve had a sore throat for a month and a half.
Get this man to surgery as soon as the table’s open.
There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there’s usually only one thing you can do. Go through his clothes and look for loose change.
Buddy, can you spare a dime?
So you decided to be a bum.