My father caught me eating pie in bed.
Alright, pie. I’m just gonna do this (chomp chomp chomp), and if you get eaten it’s your own fault.
I thought you could use some pie. It’s nice and hot.
Damn good coffee! And hot!
Oh! This coffee’s bitter.
The way I see it, the army owes us so many coffee breaks, we should get 1954 off.
Outside it’s the 1990s, but in this house, it’s 1954.
I built you this house exactly the way you wanted it.
The house is a museum…
Batman, a new villain has commandeered the Gotham Museum. He’s frozen the antiquities wing. He’s turned the security guards into blocks of ice. He’s calling himself Mr. Freeze.
Even though you are a taxpayer, you know, we don’t actually work for you personally.
Hey, I live here! My taxes pay your salary!
“One million dollars?”
“The taxes have already been paid. It’s all yours, Miss Martinson.”
What do you expect, roses?
Rose Tyler would care.
- Aw, Rose, did you have a leak in your room too?
- No, Dorothy. I was just milking the cow I keep in my closet. Wow, with only three hours of sleep, I can be as bitchy as you!
Yeah, go back to bed, you stupid cow! Double crosser! Radio eater!
Honey, I complain about youre performance all the time… you don’t care. Sometimes you don’t even wake up.
If your babies were having a nightmare, I mean the real screaming meemies, you’d want to wake them up, wouldn’t you?
Ah, you’re right, Briscoe. I’m only thinking of myself.