I thank you. Mr. Jingles thank you, my mom would thank you too but she’s dead.
Come up to the Lab and see what’s on the slab.
No more monsters!
Only in nightmares of those times. And yet always in my mind I seem to feel the creature is lurking somewhere close at hand, sly and irresistible and only waiting to be re-invoked for murder.
I dreamed that I… that I killed you and Danny. But I didn’t just kill ya. I cut you up in little pieces. Oh my God. I must be losing my mind.
What happened to the Danny Zuko I met at the beach?
Danny isn’t here, Mrs. Torrance.
I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. I wish, I wish he’d go away.
Ain’t that romantic. I met my wife she was milking a prize Devon at the Oklahoma State Fair. I can’t imagine anybody writing a ballad about that encounter.
Pickles and pigs, pigs and pickles, who cares about that silly old state fair any how?
That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.
How did the pig tracks get on the ceiling?
One day, a very noisy animal rushed past where Xi was sleeping. It left very peculiar tracks, as if two enormous snakes had slithered past.
You killed my snake. Thorgrim is beside himself with grief! He raised that snake from the time it was born.
And then my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car and kill his fucking dog.
Look Cap’n, look what he done to Blue. He’s dead, he’s dead. he run himself plum to death.
Oh, I’m sure. Nobody cried when Old Yeller died.
Hey, Dad? You want to have a catch?
(and if you’re a guy who WASN’T crying real tears by then, I want nothing at all to do with you)
-“BB”-
My dad wanted me to be a baseball player.
There’s no crying in baseball!