Let’s go, ladies! Cluck cluck!
“Turn around. Don’t race. It’s ridiculous.”
“All right. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s go.”
You want me to tell you something? As far as I’m concerned the whole British race is practically finished. If it hadn’t been for lend-lease. If we hadn’t have kept your whole country afloat by giving you billions that you never even said “thank you” for, the whole phony outfit would be sunk right under the Atlantic years ago.
You should’ve seen the Atlantic Ocean in those days.
I happen to like fjords, I think they give a lovely baroque feel to a continent.
Yes, a beautiful creation.
It’s beautiful!
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AAAAIIEEEEE!
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Don’t look, Marion! Keep your eyes shut!
You have your father’s eyes.
And my axe.
Stop, executioner, stop! Hold your axe!
When you hang a man, you better look at him.
How’d Turkey take it? Hard?
You ever know anyone to take a hangin’ easy?
Take my case. They hung me up here five years ago. Every night, they take me down for 20 minutes, then they hang me up again, which I regard as very fair.
Father sat at his cabin door
Wiping a tear from his eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold rise
And you’ll never walk alone/
You’ll never walk alone
Come on. It ain’t but a short walk. Come on over.
I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Dave’s not here, man.
Lord, it’s a miracle! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind!
My left arm’s disappeared. How am I going to operate my digital watch now?