It takes a good marksman to shoot you at 50 feet from a moving car, but it takes a great marksman to miss… while making it look like they are trying to hit you… or markswoman as the case may be.
Where’s Gibbs?
Your one night as a bachelor and you go to the grocery store? That’s lame.
My mother didn’t raise me to be a bachelor father, but that’s exactly what I am.
Bachelor Chow. Now with flavor!
Fat gives things flavor.
Me, my single aim in life is to send the finest, best presented food through that door there. That’s it! And if it’s at the cost of a few human lives, well, that’s fine by me.
“What would we do without you?”
“Perish in burning hot magma.”
I have a cool dad.
He may not be interesting to you or someone else, because he is not your father. Just mine.
Father Knows Best
Make Room for Daddy
I know this is from you, Sokka! Toph can’t write!
This is a duel about honor. And when you lose, it’s going to be because I am a better writer, I’m a better competitor, and I’m a better man.
But is he the best man? No, because I’m the Best Man.
Are you always gonna be John-Boy? When are you gonna be John-Man?
I think the word you’re looking for is “john.”
Nevertheless. I was wondering if you and your friends are “doing business” here at the Jiffy Park? You know, what do you people call it? Turning tricks? Anyway, see the thing is, I found a condom in my car.
Twenty-two years of blind loyalty, pulling their dirty tricks, bribing foreign officials, toppling regimes… not so much a word of thanks.
That’s what the money’s for!