Look at the way you twisting your napkin. Whose neck are you wringing?
“The Suck Zone". It’s the point basically when the twister – sucks you up. That’s not the technical term for it, obviously.
You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Twilight Zone.
I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
A little advice about feelings kiddo; don’t expect it always to tickle.
Yeah, I’m just going home, grab a shower and shave, give the wife a little pickle-tickle, and I’m on my way.
“Bak. Derk-derk-Allah. Derka derka, Mohammad Jihad. Haka sherpa-sherpa. Abaka-la.”
-“BB”-
English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?
There even are places where English completely disappears; in America they haven’t used it for years.
I don’t swear just for the hell of it. Language is a poor enough means of communication. I think we should use all the words we’ve got. Besides, there are damn few words that anybody understands.
Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife; doomed is your soul and damned is your life.
Lighten up, Francis.
“Francis Gremp?”
“Don’t ever call me that, the name’s “Chainsaw”.”
Yeah, but I don’t care about the name. You see, some place I met you before; because, your face is a very familiar. Now, wait, let me see. Were you ever in Sing-Sing?
We’d be a natural together, both ex-cons. The publicity would be sensational. Look, you get out in six months. I follow you 12 months later. Whaddya say, boy?
Shut up, Just shut up. You had me at “hello”.
Say ‘hello’ to my little friend!
Hi, Mickey!
Roger Maris! Mickey Mantle! Gosh! Gee!
Welcome to the majors, Mr. Hobbs.