Donny was a good bowler, and a good man.
“Good. Bad. I’m the guy with the gun.”
If you shoot him, you’ll just make him mad.
As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe. Keep breathing.
You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed … walk it off .
I ain’t got time to bleed.
And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper.
Get your rest, Gentlemen. The boat will be ready for you on Friday. If I see you or any of your friends before then, Miss Finneran will find herself the victim of a most gruesome violation before she dies. As will your father, Mr. Hockney. And your Uncle Randall in Arizona, Mr. Kint. I might only castrate Mr. McManus’s nephew, David. Do I make myself clear?
What a mean old man.
I’d like to go on record right now. I do not admire a man who uses others as a stepping stone to gain his own ends.
Hey mister! I don’t mean to be tellin’ tales out of school, but there’s a feller in there that’ll pay you ten dollars if you sing into his can.
“You’re willing to pay him a thousand dollars a night just for singing? Why, you can get a phonograph record of Minnie the Moocher for 75 cents. And for a buck and a quarter, you can get Minnie.”
I have listened to the cuckoo cuke his coo-coo!
And I’ve heard the rooster cock his doodle doo-oo
With the cows and the chickens
They all sound like the dickens when I hear my little Minnie’s Yoo-Hoo!
This is a cow farm. You’re gonna find cows outside.
Where’s all those farmer’s daughters I’ve been hearing about for years?
Be sure and tell 'em Large Marge sent ya!
“I’m afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish-bone!”
You must be the short depressed kid we ordered.
Order, eh? Who does he think he is?
I am Spartacus!