Your testicles have grown to the size of Florida oranges. I am going to have to amputate.
I just want to tell you both good luck. We’re all counting on you.
That’s it man, game over man, game over!
It’s done. It’s done.
I trust he died peacefully. Slipped away in the night?
The young carpenter from Nazareth? I know him well. Promising young man. He died badly.
Today is a good day to die.
Was that over the top? I can never tell.
Basically, there’s three grabbers, three taggers, five twig runners, and a player at Whackbat. Center tagger lights a pine cone and chucks it over the basket and the whack-batter tries to hit the cedar stick off the cross rock. Then the twig runners dash back and forth until the pine cone burns out and the umpire calls hotbox. Finally, you count up however many score-downs it adds up to and divide that by nine.
And that weak-ass story’s the best you can come up with?
Probably you’ve been playing Southeastern Tegwar all your life, but in the Majors the boys all play Western Canadian style. Which, for my money, is much faster. That leaves you free for a Butchered Hog most any time.
He tasks me. He tasks me and I shall have him! I’ll chase him 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares Maelstrom and 'round perdition’s flames before I give him up!
There must be something good about him.
Evil is his one and only name!
Bond. James Bond.
I expect you to die.
What did you expect to happen?
I did it! I did it! I am a wild success! I sold 'em all, all my paintings. You don’t have to be embarrassed by me anymore. I’m rich! Isn’t that what you wanted? Aren’t we happy now? Don’t you understand that everything I do, I do it for you? Anything that might be special in me, is you.
I can’t take it anymore, Felix, I’m cracking up. Everything you do irritates me. And when you’re not here, the things I know you’re gonna do when you come in irritate me. You leave me little notes on my pillow. Told you 158 times I can’t stand little notes on my pillow. “We’re all out of cornflakes. F.U.” Took me three hours to figure out F.U. was Felix Ungar!
Everybody ought to have a maid.