He said that tomorrow I’ll turn into a monster.
I’m loud and I’m vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody’s got to, but I am not a monster. I’m not.
I bet you monsters lead interesting lives.
You can never lose me, Laura. I’m your monster.
Touch-a, touch-a, touch me, creature of the night!
Some oriental guy touched my holy of holies!
The sun shined as bright as its flame could blaze,
Trying so hard each day to reach down
And touch each face.
I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a
Incrredible as it might seem, ladies and gentlemen, after their bizarre, bloodcurdling rampage of destruction, these strange creatures now appear to be mounting what seems to be a musical number.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to paradise.
Welcome to the party, pal!
Party on, Wayne.
And most recently of all, a “Roman Toga Party” was held from which we have received more than two dozen reports of individual acts of perversion SO profound and disgusting that decorum prohibits listing them here
The next time you appear in my court, you will look lawyerly. And I mean you comb your hair, and wear a suit and tie. And that suit had better be made out of some sort of… cloth. You understand me?
JUDGE: Are you trying to show contempt for this court?
MAE WEST: I was doin’ my best to hide it.
There’s no shame in hiding.
You can run, but you can’t hide!
All right, listen up, ladies and gentlemen, our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injuries, is 4 miles per hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive’s name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.
STRANGE WOMAN: It is a most elusive fish!
STRANGE MAN: And it went wherever I did go.
STRANGE WOMAN: Ooooh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish!
I wish, I wish, I wish I were a fish.