I’m a little fucked up maybe, but I’m funny how, I mean funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I’m here to fuckin’ amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?
- Bank Guard: What the hell kind of clown are you?
- Grimm: The crying on the inside kind, I guess.
Clowns are funny people. They only love once.
Send in the clowns. There ought to be clowns.
My son, In this life, we have to do what we know how to. Cats drink milk, mice eat cheese… and I’m a clown. What about you?
I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance tomorrow morning I’ll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and… walk in and see and, uh… if you don’t have my money for me, I’ll… crack your fuckin’ head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I’m comin’ out of jail, hopefully, you’ll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I’ll split your fuckin’ head open again. ‘Cause I’m fuckin’ stupid. I don’t give a fuck about jail. That’s my business. That’s what I do.
What a maroon.
That’ll a polite word for what you are.
I am Oz!
I am Spartacus!
My friends call me Mr President.
They call me Mister Tibbs.
To Sir, with love. 
Brave Sir Robin ran away
- [Robin Hood comes back from the Crusades]
- Maid Marian: You never wrote.
- Robin Hood: I don’t know how
There are these women who call themselves the Secretaries of Juliet. They write letters to the people that write letters to Juliet.
Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus. The Post Office has delivered them. Therefore the Post Office Department, a branch of the Federal Government, recognizes this man Kris Kringle to be the one and only Santa Claus.
You can’t fool me! There ain’t no Sanity Clause!
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.
Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.