The last thing they’ll ever say.
Dead men tell no tales.
Stealing shoes off a dead man. Oh, we’re going to hell.
Well, fine. You go ahead and miss church and then when you die and go to hell, you can answer to Satan!
Kenny: Okay!
Sin, sin, sin! You’re all sinners! You’re all doomed to perdition.
Damn you all to hell!
You don’t know me, you don’t love me, you sure as all damn don’t want to marry me, so why don’t you leave me the hell alone?
But watch it, my friend. Find yourself a good girl. Have kids. Or, one day you’ll wind up alone, like me, and wonder what the hell happened.
Because family’s the most important thing, you know.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
Jack-Jack has powers?
Forget it, Jack. It’s Chinatown.
Jack and the beanstalk, we’ll always remember when / He chased up the stalk and killed a giant in his den.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
You like my music, Jack?
You like apples? Well, I got her number. How d’ya like them apples?
- Guys, uh, what exactly does third base feel like?
- You want to take this one?
- Like warm apple pie.
The Pride Of The Yankees
They mean to take us as a prize. And we are worth more to them undamaged. Their greed… will be their downfall.
You know, some men got the cravin’ for gold and silver.