Why don’t you love me, Jenny?
After three husbands, it takes a lot of butter to get you back in the frying pan.
I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladas. At sunset, we made love like sea otters. That was a pretty good day.
Why couldn’t I get that day over, and over, and over…
I got the shrink ray!
beat
Cotton candy!
I have nipples, Greg, could you milk me?
They’re taking over. You and me, we’re busting our ass, and then we suck hind tit.
I don’t remember askin’ you a Goddamn thing!
Why do you say this to me, when you know I will kill you for it?
Death is only the beginning!
To the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.
Out with the bad air, in with the good air! Out with the bad air, in with the good air!
You’re gonna be okay, man.
(A beat, as he dies.)
Maybe not.
How did he die?
Your contact? Not well.
"I’ve written a letter to Daddy. "His address is heaven above. "I’ve written, Dear Daddy, we miss you…
Joe, you must abide by what is written.
And what is it that I’m meant to have wrote?
…written!
You should write children’s books.
You wrote a bad song, Petey.
It’s like God gave you something, man, all those stories you can make up.
Barney, you have just asked me six very important questions: who, what, where, when, how, and why. That’s what every news story should answer.