That’s my wife you got there! That’s my planet you’re blowing up! And that’s… that’s just some guy I met, but still, I think this thing has gone just a little too far!
I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I’ve still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you.
It might have been my mission, but it sure as shit was the Chief’s boat.
Say, who do you think you are, all this we’ll do this an’ we’ll do that? 'Oose boat is this, any’ow? ‘Oo asked you aboard? Huh? Huh? You crazy, psalm-singin’, skinny old maid.
I’m Batman.
Fill your hands, you sonuvabitch!
That’s mighty bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!
Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little emotions. In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?
“Why you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf-herder!”
Hey! Who’s scruffy lookin’?
Look what you did to my shirt.
I see you’ve managed to get your shirt off.
Now I’m cold and hungry and wet and tired and short-tempered, so get on with it!
The time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District Twelve in the 74th annual Hunger Games!
“Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage! What makes the sphinx the seventh wonder? Courage! What makes the dawn come up like thunder? Courage! What makes the Hottentot so hot? What puts the “ape” in apricot? What have they got that I ain’t got?”
“Courage!”
You think that I’m some guinea, fresh off the boat, and you can kick me! But I’m too big for that now. I’m sick a’ takin the scrap from you, Leo. I’m a’ of marching into this goddamn office to kiss your Irish ass. And I’M SICK A’ THE HIGH HAT!
When you buy a hat like this I bet you get a free bowl of soup, huh? Oh, it looks good on you though.
Don’t try to get on my good side, Truvy. I no longer have one.
I lost it. I lost it all - faith, dignity… about 15 pounds.
Haven’t you ever lost anything, Dr. Bronx? Your purse? Your car keys? Well, it’s rather like that. Now you have it and now you don’t!