I want to choose my own path, live in the moment.
Listen, Rose. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and you’re gonna make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
I’m flying, Jack!
I’m sailing! I’m sailing! I’m sailing!
I’m walking here! I’m walking here!
You can fly? YOU CAN FLY!
"You can fly… you can fight… and you can… " (character throws back his head and crows like a rooster)
-“BB”-
Rudolph, with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my slay tonight?
Tonight, tonight, the world is full of light
With suns and moons all over the place.
I fly to the moon, I shrink the moon, I grab the moon, I sit on the toi-let what?
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[Dolan inserts his finger into Fletch’s anus with an audible “pop” sound]
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[singing] Moon River…[talking] Whew…ever serve time, Doc?
Snap out of it!
Enough is too much! Out of my house, you hotcha! You crooner! You falsetto! You jazz singer! You… you… you…
Phooey!
knoodler’s link was to a TV Show, but of course was the title song from the '36 ‘Owl’ Jolson short
“Pfui!”
- Nero Wolfe
Have I mentioned that I am the preeminent Proust scholar in the US?
See, I used to be smart. I’m Quiz Kid Donnie Smith.
Ah, the Smith family. Know 'em well. Busted a bunch of 'em in my time.
Who you gonna call?
Call Transylvania 6-5000