Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride
and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight.
And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a
chair as the dining room proudly presents -
your dinner!
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie
And we’ll provide the rest
Soup du jour
Hot hors d’oeuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the grey stuff
It’s delicious
Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes
Oh, just knock its horns off, wipe its nasty ass, and chunk it right here on this plate.
Short answer: Vegans are just better then everyone else.
Practically perfect in every way.
What if Hurricane Grace runs smack into it? Add to the scenario this baby off Sable Island, scrounging for energy. She’ll start feeding off both the Canadian cold front… and Hurricane Grace. You could be a meteorologist all your life… and never see something like this. It would be a disaster of epic proportions. It would be… the perfect storm.
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This time, John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly.
John Wayne? That’s a terrible cowboy name!
Are you calling John Wayne a fag?"
Fill your hands, you son of a bitch!
Don’t fucking shoot anybody. You don’t wanna be the son of a bitch who started a war.
A riot is an ungly thingk… undt, I tink, that it is chust about time ve had vun.
Yeah, because we’re more belligerent, more stubborn and more idiotic than you could ever imagine.
I know my rights. I know the law! And what I say I saw, I saw.
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You want to know something funny? You actually made me think about the law. I managed to go through three years of law school without doing that.
You know nothing about the law. You’re a used-car salesman, Daniel. You’re an ambulance chaser with a rank. You’re nothing. Live with that.
I dreamed all last night, that everyone I ever sold a car to came back for a refund. And there you were, handing out the checks! One for you, and one for you…
Today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus.
Let me get this straight: You think that your client, one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the world, is secretly a vigilante who spends his nights beating criminals to a pulp with his bare hands. And your plan is to blackmail this person? Good luck.