I’ll cancel Montreal for Paris anytime.
I don’t understand it. How can you blow every penny you’ve saved for years on one lousy trip to Europe?
Seven years of college down the drain.
Rejection. That’s what makes a college great. The exclusivity of any university is judged primarily by the amount of students it rejects.
Princeton can use a guy like Joel.
I went to Stanford, you blowhole.
“Still worthy of being a Baird man”. What the hell is that? What is your motto here? “Boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide. Anything short of that, we’re gonna burn you at the stake”? Well, gentlemen, when the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay. Here’s Charlie facing the fire and there’s George hiding in Big Daddy’s pocket. And what are you doing? You’re gonna reward George and destroy Charlie.
You, you sonofabitch, you! You’re supposed to *stand* for somethin’! You’re supposed to protect people! But instead you fuck and murder them!
I don’t plan to stop drinking. But… I don’t wanna forget. I can’t turn away anymore. So, if I’m gonna die, well, it might as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.
She remains alone, away from these accursed, hell-sent swarms of blood-gutted marsh flies.
What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
So the fine woman you’ve chosen to run around with turns out to be broke and a murderer as well!
You’re 42 years old. She’s still running your life.
Well, a boy’s best friend is his mother.
Throw Momma From The Train
Top of the world, Ma! Top of the worlds!
Draw me like one of your French girls!
When I say three, draw. One, two…
BANG!
…three ….(collapses)
[after Kersey shoots and kills The Giggler] Oh, my Lord! It’s the creep that stole my pocketbook three weeks ago! Yeah! Hey, praise! Right on!
Son, you got a panty on your head!