To infinity, and beyond!
- Oh my God. I’m back. I’m home. All the time, it was… We finally really did it.
- [screaming]
You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!
Think you used enough dynamite there, Butch?
Candygram for Mongo!
Candyman!
Candyman!
Candyman!
Candyman!
Candyman!
He’s a little put down 'cause when you knocked, he thought you were the candy man.
I hear a woodpecker at my door!
Welcome to mi casa. That’s French for front door.
-Oh, my, what a stunning apartment.
-Thank you.
-Books are awfully decorative, don’t you think?
John Book, while you are in this house I insist you respect our ways!
Why can’t you give me the respect that I’m entitled to? Why can’t you treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?
Put that on a plate!
You know, I know this steak doesn’t exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss.
Forgetful Lucy, her lips are so damn juicy, how about another first kiss…
Won’t you kindly be aware, the girl can’t help it
(The girl can’t help it)
It’s not cool to get help. Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle.
Who the fuck is Thurman? Is that you? Is your name Thurman?
Yeah.
Thurman Merman?
Yeah.
Jesus.
“Ethel Thayer.” It sounds like I’m lisping, doesn’t it?
That’s the last time I work with somebody who has a speech impediment. (Daffy Duck, referring to Donald Duck.)
See this? It’s about the size of a cigar butt, DO I STUTTER? This is what happens when you spill paint in the garage.