…she can’t make it. she can’t think. she can’t mix with her own kind… She can’t do anything the wild animals do to survive. You’ve done too good a job on her. You’ve made her tame. It’s too late to try to let her go wild now. All we’re doing is making her miserable, torturing her. How could you be so cruel?
Ship to… Kenya Wildlife Preserve… Africa.
We are going into places where men’s minds are tangled worse that the worst underbrush in the jungle, and I’m afraid. More afraid than I’ve ever been in my life. Everywhere we’ll be met with lies and deceit. Your honesty and directness will only be handicaps.
Welcome to L.A.!
Your husband keeps lousy company, Mrs. Sampson, as bad as there is in LA. And that’s as bad as there is.
Hooray for Hollywood
That phoney super-Coney Hollywood
They come from Chillicothes and Paducas with their bazookas
To get their names up in lights
All armed with photos from local rotos
With their hair in ribbon and legs in tights
It’s supposed to be about big men! In tights! Both physically and mentally!
We’re men, we’re men in tights
We roam around the forest looking for fights
We’re men, we’re men in tights
We rob from the rich and give to the poor, that’s right!
We may look like sissies but watch what you say
or else we’ll put out your lights!
We’re men, we’re men in tights
Always on guard defending people’s rights.
I have to push the pram a loooooooooot.
I am the first man ever to become a father by majority vote.
Heck yes! I’d vote for you.
I don’t have to introduce myself, do I? You read the papers. This being an election year, you’ve seen plenty of my picture. You know what I can do. And I’m doing you, Hartigan. Cold and hard, I’m doing you.
Lewis, we’ve had presidents who were beloved, who couldn’t find a coherent sentence with two hands and a flashlight.
Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Remember, George, no man is a failure who has friends.
It’s true I have a lot of friends in politics, but they wouldn’t be so friendly if they knew my business was drugs instead of gambling which they consider a harmless vice.
Don’t worry, man. Those aren’t narcs, they’re Las Emigras; you know, the Immigration Service looking for illegal aliens.
The forces of evil have been swift in their pursuit.
I am the wizard of speed and time.
Spoof. Dope. Crank. Creep. Bomb. Spank. Shit. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard. Call it what you will. It’s all methamphetamine. That’s what I’m here for.