Hey, has this castle always had four turrets?
Calcifer, move the castle sixty miles west.
Take a look at a castle. Any castle. Now break down the key elements that make it a castle. They haven’t changed in a thousand years. 1: Location. A site on high ground that commands the territory as far as the eye can see. 2: Protection. Big walls, walls strong enough to withstand a frontal attack. 3: A garrison. Men who are trained and willing to kill. 4: A flag. You tell your men you are soldiers and that’s your flag. You tell them nobody takes our flag. And you raise that flag so it flies high where everyone can see it. Now you’ve got yourself a castle. The only difference between this castle and all the rest is that they were built to keep people out. This castle is built to keep people in.
The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen.
Calm down, dear Nino. I don’t understand this outburst. You’ve become highly irrational since that explosion in your laboratory. You lost your eye, your arm, your leg, your larynx. What’s wrong with you?
You’re so analytical! Sometimes you just have to let art… flow… over you.
It’s a cryptex. Da Vinci’s design. Saunière made me one for my birthday once.
Listen, you’ll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes.
Daddy. Joan said you can go bleep bleep yourself. She said you guys need to talk and she’ll fill in the bleeps later
I’ve lost the bleeps, I’ve lost the sweeps, and I’ve lost the creeps.
We’ve lost friends along the way… Wheezy… and Etch and… Bo Peep.
Poor Louie, God bless him… he’s not with us anymore.
He peed on the Dude’s rug.
I’d piss on a spark plug if I thought it’d do any good.
The rhino is the self appointed fire prevention officer. When he sees a fire, he rushes in and stamps it out.
What do you do with an elephant with 3 balls? Walk him and pitch to the rhino.
One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don’t know.
Goddammit, what the hell do you think this is? Some kind of a circus?
Well, I say they can take the animals out of the circus, but they can’t take the animals out of the circus!
I’m looking for the Army of the Twelve Monkeys.