Chill out, dickwad.
It’s cold out there every day.
Baby, it’s cold outside!
The sun will get you, the cold at night. A thousand ways the desert can kill.
I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I’d rather not spend the rest of this winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH!
Oh, that’s Cynthia’s dog. I think it’s a Pomeranian. I can’t leave him home alone or he eats the furniture.
As I recall, the furniture is deplorable. Extremely bad taste.
And get yourself a decorater in here. 'Cause, damn!
What a dump!
Top of the world, Ma!
Father! Father, the sleeper has awakened!
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa and Mama had both born in Norway but they came to San Francisco because Mama’s sisters were here, all of us were born here.
Hey! Our life was perfect until Mom and Dad decided to move to San Fran Stinktown.
And we’re not talking Oxnard by the beach, no! We’re talking Oxnard in the onion fields!
That’s the onions. It makes you eyes water.
- Oh, I get it. This is another of those onion things.
- No, this is a drop-it-and-it-go thing.
Darlin’, I asked for no onions on my bourbon steak.
- Matt Murphy: What they want to eat?
- Mrs. Murphy: The tall one wants white bread, toasted, dry, with nothin’ on it.
- Matt Murphy: Elwood
- Mrs. Murphy: And the other one wants four whole fried chickens and a Coke
- Matt Murphy: And Jake. Shit, the Blues Brothers!
My name is Julius and I am your twin brother.