But then, why should anyone listen to me? Why should I speak, since I know nothing?
Let me bring you up to speed: We know nothing. You are now up to speed.
Nothing is written.
Fuck writing, I don’t want to be a writer. It’s stupid. It’s a stupid waste of time.
What if they didn’t like my stories? What if they told me I was no good? I just don’t think I could take that kind of rejection.
Yeah, but you’re gonna be stupid for the rest of your life.
I could while away the hours/conferrin’ with the flowers/consultin’ with the rain/And my head I’d be scratchin’/ While my thoughts were busy hatchin’/If I only had a brain.
Lions, and tigers, and bears! Oh, my!
Man, I hate lions! They’re so pushy! And stinky! And hairy! And man, are they UUUUUUUUUUUUUGLY!
Lions don’t do this. Lions… never had a lair like this. They’re doing it for the pleasure.
Welcome to my underground lair…
This is no mine. It’s a tomb.
It’s a bird cage!!!
Nothing you do will stop me from placing you in a steel cage with gray bars.
Wait a minute. You aren’t seriously suggesting that if I get through the wire… and case everything out there… and don’t get picked up… to turn myself in and get thrown back in the cooler for a couple of months so you can get the information you need?
You’ve been thrown in jail twice!
The whole thing’s a set-up, a scam, a frame-job! OWW! Eddie, I could never hurt anybody! OWWW! My whole purpose… in life… is to make peoplllllllle… laaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
No, you wont laugh, 'cus it’s not funny.
And I know funny! I’m a clownfish!
What’s so fucking funny?