The world is full o’ complainers. An’ the fact is, nothin’ comes with a guarantee. Now I don’t care if you’re the pope of Rome, President of the United States or Man of the Year - somethin’ can all go wrong.
Rome? That’s where they keep the Pope, isn’t it?
No Pope ever visits a city where the newspapers are on strike.
Headlines don’t sell papers. Newsies sell papers!
I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.
I’m talkin’ about friendship. I’m talkin’ about character. I’m talkin’ about - hell. Leo, I ain’t embarrassed to use the word - I’m talkin’ about ethics.
Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.
Then it’s up to you to make it happen.
What am I supposed to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?!
You can never go too far.
We can perform extreme unction nationwide - Ronald Reagan and his family, the entire Baltimore Police Department, and BARBRA STREISAND!
You have got to be kidding me.
Oh yes, another jibe, another joke at my expense. You were probably laughing at me with Katherine, too. Well, why not? I’m not young, I’m not new, and everyone laughs at me. I’m quite aware of how ridiculous I am. I’ve been thinking that the only solution is to go where no one is ridiculous and everyone is equal.
Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid or something like that?
Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea… and ideas are bulletproof
Say hello to my little friend!
budda budda budda budda kpow!
curls toes backward
…Hello.
Did anybody tell you that this is the private club of the Satan’s Helpers?
No one hipped me to that, dude!
They mostly only come out at night… mostly.