Barney, his wife has decided not to press charges, so I let him go after giving him that spiel you always give about “not losing one’s perspective.”
Don’t exactly work that way, Big Rick, but if they try at the trial passing you off as the mastermind, you tell 'em what you just said.
You chose to come here, you chose to talk, to belittle my vocation, just as you chose to become a pickle. You are the master of your universe and yet you are dripping with rat blood and feces, your enormous mind literally vegetating by your own hand.
Let’s get to know each other. Let’s talk.
Are we going to talk?
We could talk. . .
I’ll go if I don’t have to talk.
I had to join one of those fancy-schmancy health clubs. You know, the ones where it’s real expensive to join but it’s worth it, ‘cause you get to see a lot o’ people that you don’t know naked!
I’m not taking a soak in that human bacteria frappe you’ve got going there.
I shower twice a day and wash my hands as often as I can.
Trim that nose hair, soldier!
The army ain’t asking, soldier.
Commander, how would you and your men like two weeks with nothing to do but play gin rummy, go surfing, have luaus with steel drum bands, dancing girls, hmm?
Helping these kids is very important to us. I want to stop every one of them from growing up to be a crummy, shaggy, no-good bum.
I would have succeeded, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!
Wouldn’t you like to be a big brother to someone like me?
They signed a pact: love of brother for brother.
Take me to my brother or I’ll do something Alfred Hitchcock never dreamed of.
Colonel Potter, Sir! Corporal Klinger. I’m section 8, head to toe. I’m wearing a Warner bra. I play with dolls. My last wish is to be buried in my mother’s wedding gown. I’m nuts. I should be out.
Oh, Frank, my lips are hot! Oh, kiss my hot lips!
We dated two years before we held hands.
Is that your hand on my ass?