A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really… “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.
I don’t know, Sparks. But I guess I’d say if it is just us… seems like an awful waste of space.
I know who you are. You’re Shere Khan.
Khhhaaaaaaaaaannnn!
I feel this Tartar woman is for me, and my blood says, take her. There are moments for wisdom and moments when I listen to my blood; my blood says, take this Tartar woman.
And then at night after we’ve had your halibut steak and your tartar sauce, I have to spend the rest of the evening watching you Saran Wrap the leftovers.
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we’re in the mood –
Cold jelly and custard!
Peas, pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys –
In-di-gestion!
Sounds like a gas, baby. Bring it on.
Get your pies for the great pie fight!
Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! This is the War Room.
Fine talk from a sociopath paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of grandeur.
Big talk from a one-eyed old fat man.
You! It’s you who bungled it! You and your stupid attempt to buy it! Kemedov found out how valuable it was, no wonder we had such an easy time stealing it. You…you imbecile! You bloated idiot! You stupid fat-head, you!
You despise me, don’t you?
You! You’re dethpicable!
For too long I’ve been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I’ve been starving to death and haven’t died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman’s flesh.
Yeah. Check the probate. Why, my Uncle Thumper had a problem with HIS probate, and he had to take these big pills, and drink lots of water.
I think you guys are making a big mistake. I do mostly tax law and some probate stuff occasionally. I got my law degree at night school.
Listen again…“A person is guilty of criminal solicitation if he commands, induces, entreats or otherwise persuades another person to commit a felony-”
I watched your 6 o’clock news today; it’s straight tabloid. You had a minute and a half of that lady riding a bike naked in Central Park; on the other hand, you had less than a minute of hard national and international news. It was all sex, scandal, brutal crime, sports, children with incurable diseases, and lost puppies. So, I don’t think I’ll listen to any protestations of high standards of journalism when you’re right down on the streets soliciting audiences like the rest of us. Look, all I’m saying is if you’re going to hustle, at least do it right.