Good morning, sunshine!
Good morning, and in case I don’t see ya: Good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
We’d better get back, 'cause it’ll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night… mostly.
Mr. Vaughn, what we are dealing with here is a perfect engine, an eating machine. It’s really a miracle of evolution. All this machine does is swim and eat and make little sharks, and that’s all.
We can’t just wait here for sharks to rain down on us.
…when everybody said he didn’t have a rainmaker’s chance in hell?
It’s a twister! It’s a twister!
No need for concern it’s only me, the twisted psycho.
Ah, this is obviously some strange usage of the word ‘safe’ that I wasn’t previously aware of.
Don’t talk to me about consequences! When Congress voted to cut airport appropriations, you never even sent in a letter of protest. And where were you when the airlines and the pilots and the rest of us were… were pleading for… for more airports and better traffic control? You were picking out the colors in the ladies’ lounge. So now you’ve got your consequences!
And so it came to pass, on Christmas Day, that the human race did cease to exist.
It’s Christmas and the kid’s gettin’ his fuckin’ present.
You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.
You’re probably one of them knee-jerk liberals that thinks us gun boys would shoot our guns because it’s an extension of our penises.
Don’t get cocky, kid.
This ain’t my first time at the rodeo. You forget the press I delivered to Pepsi was my power. I can use it any way I want.
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Young punk. Mr. Rock and Roll. Cocky as hell.
This place is about to become a sea of sweat, ear-shattering music and puke.
It’s a fucking barn. We’ll never fill it.