And the birds eat the grasshoppers. Hey, like the one that nearly ate you, you remember?
Oh, fuck off, grasshopper.
Hey, Foetusboy, Lesson One: I tell you to fuck off, what do you do?
…I… get a… timeout?
Denis, I know that some in our audience don’t know the finer points of hockey. Could you tell them, for example, what is icing?
Attitude control is a little sluggish above 15,000 meters, I’m guessing icing is the probable cause.
Tower, this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby.
He must have clearance. Right?
We have clearance, Clarence.
Roger, Roger.
(battle droid style)
We don’t serve your kind here.
Don’t you think I realize what’s going on here, miss? Who do you think I am, huh? Don’t you think I know that if I was some hotshot from out of town that pulled inside here and you guys made a reservation mistake, I’d be the first one to get a room and I’d be upstairs relaxing right now. But I’m not some hotshot from out of town, I’m a small reporter from Rolling Stone magazine that’s in town to do an exclusive interview with Michael Jackson that’s gonna be picked up by every major magazine in the country. I was gonna call the article “Michael Jackson Is Sitting On Top of the World,” but now I think I might as well just call it “Michael Jackson Can Sit On Top of the World Just As Long As He Doesn’t Sit in the Beverly Palm Hotel 'Cause There’s No Niggers Allowed in There!”
Lois, Clark Kent may seem like just a mild-mannered reporter, but listen, not only does he know how to treat his editor-in-chief with the proper respect, not only does he have a snappy, punchy prose style, but he is, in my forty years in this business, the fastest typist I’ve ever seen.
Relax; if I know Lois Lane, she’ll not only come back with a Pulitzer Prize story, but a one-on-one interview with the hydrogen bomb titled “What Makes Me Tick.”
Stop the presses! Stop the presses!
Find a way to stop that wedding!
If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him speak now or forever hold his tongue.
You punk! You crazy punk! I’ll kill you!
Officer, arrest that man!
Arrest yourself!