You spoiled little bastard! You’re a man who has everything, haven’t you, but that’s not enough. You feel unloved, Arthur, welcome to the world. Everyone is unloved. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself. And incidentally, I love you.
So this is love.
So this is love.
So this is what makes life worthwhile.
I’m all aglow and now I know
The key to a heaven is mine.
Heaven can wait.
Yeah, People said these shadows are like the marks of souls going to heaven. Except the bomb guy. He went to hell, on account of he didn’t get a shadow.
I was crying because I can’t get this shadow to stick. And I wasn’t crying.
There’s no crying in baseball!
Just a reminder, fans, comin’ up is our “Die-hard Night” here at the stadium. Free admission to anyone who was actually alive the last time the Indians won a pennant.
Ty Cobb wanted to play, but none of us could stand the son-of-a-bitch when we were alive, so we told him to stick it!
Well, I’m 72 fucking years old you ignorant son of a bitch.
He’s a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard!
We must have civil words, Bill. Civil words.
If you can’t say something nice… don’t say nothing at all.
And, if you’ve noticed, I ain’t said shit for a couple minutes now.
Shut the fuck up, Donny.
Cobretti, do know you have an attitude problem?
We at the FBI do not have a sense of humor that I am aware of.
I know. You know I know. I know you know I know. We know Henry knows, and Henry knows we know it.
My name is Richard Henry Lee, Virginia is my home.
Take this thing back to Baltimore.
Please doctor, I’ve got to ask this. It sounds like, well, just as though you’re describing some form of super carrot.