That car looks like a cross between piss yellow and puke green!
I asked for a car, I got a computer. How’s that for being born under a bad sign?
Try being born a male Russian Countess into a white, middle class, Baptist family in Mississippi, and you’ll see what I mean.
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So if it’s just us, it seems like an awful waste of space.
So much for the laws of physics.
Son, you are a walking violation of the laws of Nature… but we don’t enforce THEM laws!
And there ain’t no laws for the brave ones! And there ain’t no asylums for the crazy ones! And there ain’t no churches, except for this right here! And there ain’t no priests excepting the birds.
Are you crazy? Is that what your problem is?
What if I told you insane was working 50 hours a week in some office for 50 years, at the end of which they tell you to piss off. Ending up in some retirement village, hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn’t you consider THAT to be insane?
One thing I don’t need is somebody telling me my problem.
I think that the problem MAY have been, that there was a Stonehenge monument on the stage that was in danger of being crushed by a DWARF! All right? That tended to understate the hugeness of the object.
There are negotiations being made that are going to answer all of your questions and solve all of your problems. That’s all I can tell you right now.
You’re trying to tell me you fucked up without sounding stupid, and that’s hard to do.
My balloons. Those are my balloons. He stole my balloons! Why didn’t somebody tell me he had one of those… things ?!
Awww, come on bucko! Don’t you want a… balloon?
That’s it, I’m out of ideas. We’re closed. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse? Too Greek!
Drive by!
I’m tryin’ to drive you to the store!
Pack o’ wraps, my brotherman, time to kick back, drink some beers and shmoke some weed!
Let’s see… do I spend my last night on Earth watching Mom and Dad pretend not to be fighting, or blow ten years worth of allowance at the mall? You do the math