May the Schwartz be with you.
It’s May! It’s May!
The month of “yes you may,”
The time for ev’ry frivolous whim,
Proper or “im.”
You had me at “hello”.
I’m hearing this (making flapping motions with her hand), when I want to hear this (closes hand).
Just know I have a whole bag of “sh!” with your name on it.
- Shhh.
- Don’t you shhh me. Eighteen years of total silence, and you shhh me!
- What?
- I’ve kept my vow for 18 years… Not a single, recognizable, articulate sound has passed my lips.
I’ve been in prison for three years. My dick gets hard if the wind blows.
Way out west, they’ve got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire’s Joe and
They call the wind Mariah.
There’s only one law in the west: the law of blood and bullets. It’s either shoot or be shot. What are we gonna do?
Just a minute, mister… Now I realize, of course, that times are tough for some these days, but this isn’t the answer. You can’t solve society’s problems with a gun.
Do you feel lucky, punk?
Oh, Joel Miller, you’ve just found the marble in the oatmeal. You’re a lucky, lucky, lucky little boy, 'cause you know why? You get to drink from the fire hose!
I’ll buy you a drink when this is over.
You wanna quit, quit! Go back to the bottle, get drunk. One thing, though. The next time someone throws a dollar into a spittoon, don’t expect me to do anything about it. Just get down on your knees and get it.
Kneel before Zod.
General Zod, for the crimes of murder and high treason, the council has sentenced you and your fellow insurgents to 300 cycles of somatic reconditioning. Do you have any last words?
(Under his breath) Last word, freak.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Treguna Mekoides Trecorum Satis Dee
Leave, and never come back! Leave, and never come back!