What do they call a quarter-pounder with cheese?
Swordfish!
Gamin’ fish, eh? Marlin? Stingray? Bit through this piano wire? Don’t you tell me my business again!
You see what I do, Chief, is I trick them to the surface. And then I jab at them.
Keep hittin’ 'em in the ribs ya see? Don’t let that bastard breathe!
I want you to jab, right in the tits, until they turn blue and fall off.
No Dad, she’s just another fighter. We’re just sleeping together.
Dad, I’m allowed to do things. I’m not 83 anymore.
Says the guy in the 350-year-old rawhide trenchcoat.
Would you think I was terribly rude if I were to ask you the name of your tailor? That’s wild. Absolutely gorgeous.
“Who’s your tailor?”
“I took the liberty, sir.”
“‘R’? What does that stand for?”
“Robin.”
I know that you’ve given, even beyond your means, but know we must give again. It isn’t charity I ask, it’s an offering to the cause of liberty.
They may take our lives, but they will never take our freedom!
You’re overcooking my grits, coach.
Are we to believe that boiling water soaks into a grit faster in your kitchen than on any place on the face of the earth?
I believe in Harvey Dent.
Didn’t even make a dent, did I?
Bullet immunity. You have bullet immunity!
Well, if you did shoot me and the bullet bounced off, it might accidentally hit someone else. We don’t want that to happen, do we
How the hell do I make this look like an accident?