I’m the princess. I’ve got duties, responsibilities, expectations.
A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.
She can’t handle her shit, man. You know? She’s been, like, partying with the candy for ten, eleven days. And then the bitch crashes, and then she starts freaking out. Man, you know, she’ll split for a day or two then she’ll come back. She’s just spun.
I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.
You do an eclectic celebration of the dance! You do Fosse, Fosse, Fosse! You do Martha Graham, Martha Graham, Martha Graham! Or Twyla, Twyla, Twyla! Or Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd! Or Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!.. but you keep it all inside.
John, you can dance!
Oi! Dancing boy!
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
You call that dancing, rolling on the floor on your back?
In fact, go back and tell Dad to bring the whole clan.
Heather, did you count heads?
Keep your head together! Don’t look down!
Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down, keep on moving, don’t look down…
Sir, does this mean that Ann Margaret’s not coming?
Shut the fuck up. It’s Christmastime. I’m gonna sing you a little song.
Three inches is such a wretched height.
Remember - we don’t have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian!
My sex change operation got botched; my guardian angel fell asleep on the watch; now all I got is a Barbie doll crotch; I’ve got an angry inch!
An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us.
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