We need to work on our signals, Lieutenant. From now on, if I’m wearing a pink carnation it means I’m interested in your opinion.
No! The pellet with the poison’s in the flagon with the dragon! The vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true!
Yeah. OK, well, uh, we found, uh, this mouse in a bottle of YOUR BEER, eh. Like, we was at a party and, uh, a friend of ours - a COP - had some, and HE PUKED. And he said, uh, come here and get free beer or, uh, he’ll press charges.
Hey, everybody, shut up! I’d like you to meet my new girl, whose name is… Jersey! Jersey, is an ex kindergarten teacher, and a former nun, who just escaped from the convent, and is tired of being the only virgin in New York City! Would anyone like to buy her a drink?
[uh, when I said “everybody, shut up!” I was quoting a movie… I didn’t really mean it.]
Sorry, I’m not too good at this. It’s my first time.
You are trying to seduce me, aren’t you?
Wonder how it would be to have someone to pillow talk with me?
Your eyes… they fascinate me.
My Lord, whatever I done, don’t strike me blind for another couple of minutes.
“To the pain,” means the first thing you lose will be your feet below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists, next your nose… The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by the right . . . Your ears you keep, and I’ll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish, every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out: “Dear God, what is that thing?” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what “to the pain” means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery, forever.
You… you got pain - at least you know you’re alive.
You know that pain and guilt can’t be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They’re the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves. I don’t want my pain taken away! I need my pain!
Klingons cannot be trusted. Captain, you said so yourself. They killed your son. Did you not wish Gorkon dead? “Let them die”, you said. Did I misinterpret you? And you were right. They conspired with us to kill their own chancellor. How trustworthy can they be?
A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, “I don’t believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.” Good point there. After all, he was the walrus.
There you go, hiding behind a smokescreen of bourgeois cliches.
Yeah… Ladies do ask for attention. In my experience, they pretend to give it, but it’s generally a smokescreen for demanding it back with interest
In the words of Marcel Proust - and this applies to any woman in the world: If you can stay up and listen with a fair degree of attention to whatever garbage, no matter how stupid it is, that they’re coming out with, 'til ten minutes past four in the morning… you’re in.
I don’t care how you look. I don’t care what car you drive. I don’t care what your last bank statement says. Seduce and Destroy produces an instant money-back guarantee trance-like state that will get you this - naughty sauce you want fast. Hey - how many more times do you need to hear the all-too-famous line of ‘I just don’t feel that way about you?’
There was this experiment where an electrode was planted in the pleasure center of a monkey’s brain. When the monkey hit a button, it sent a signal to the electrode, in effect, exciting the monkey sexually. It was a male monkey. He slammed the button till he died.