We’re rotten to the core
And, my congratulations. no one likes you any more
Bad guys, we’re the very worst
Each of us contemptible, we’re criticized and cursed
We made the big time, malicious and mad
We’re the very best at being bad
One day I’ll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad, those who survived… and those that did not.
But most of all… I remember Mama.
“Made it ma! Top of the world!”
It’s under a big W!
A place where disaster and tragedy stalk the big top, haunt the backyard, and ride the circus train.
In every life, no matter how full or empty one’s purse, there is tragedy. It is the one promise life always fulfills.
Life IS pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
-“BB”-
Love and Pain and the Whole Damn Thing
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
None of this “Pussycat” nonsense?
Doris, you’re a sexual Disneyland!
There will be an orgy beginning in room 340 in exactly four minutes! Orgy in 340! Four minutes!
Bring me my stunt cock.
Where would I find this Rooster?
Farmland.
We welcome you to Munchkinland.
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin 'round your neck, chérie
And we’ll provide the rest
To be in the service of others, with men I respect, like you all, I shouldn’t have to ask for more than that.
We’re Americans, with a capital ‘A’, huh. You know what that mean? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of ever decent county in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We’re the underdog. We’re mutts!