Honey, the chances of another plane hitting this house are astronomical. It’s been pre-disastered. We’re going to be safe here.
I’ve had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!
-“BB”-
The Infinite Improbability Drive is a wonderful new method of crossing interstellar distances in a few seconds, without all that tedious mucking about in hyperspace. As the Improbability Drive reaches infinite improbability, it passes through every conceivable point in every conceivable universe almost simultaneously. So you’re never sure where you’ll end up or even what species you’ll be when you get there. It’s therefore important to dress accordingly.
Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.
We have the tools, and we have the talent!
It’s Miller time!
This movie was shot in 3B, three beers and it looks good, eh?
You’re right. What the picture business needs is white wines and beers!
I got my ticket for the long way ‘round
Two bottle o’ whiskey for the way.
I never drink… wine.
We shall drink to our partnership. Do you like gin? It is my only weakness.
Martini. Gin, not vodka, obviously. Stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth.
-“BB”-
Mai Tai say that I’m Old Fashioned
Très Vin ordinaire
That I want a fresh Manhattan
With white anglo-saxons everywhere?
A Black Russian’s
No Pink lady
Give her the Singapore sling!
And Moscow mule is not your baby
So Highball the Vodka and name your sting!
A real woman could stop you from drinking.
It’d have to be a real big woman.
It was a woman who drove me to drink, and I never had the courtesy to thank her for it.
It was a fine affair, but now it’s over.
I’m sure that the way to say what I’d like to say will occur to me after you’ve gone.
I’d take a bullet for you, you know that. Right between the eyes. I would slit my throat rather than say something to someone that you didn’t want me to say.
For 23 years, I’ve been dying to tell you what I thought of you, and now… well, being a Christian woman, I can’t say it!
I must stop this whole thing! Why, for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now. I must stop Christmas from coming… but how?
Now you just try and stop me!