What’s a week-end?
ou seem to think the world is just some sort of a three-ring circus, and all you’ve got to do is to run around and have fun.
I can’t believe that in two weeks I’m going to be dancing on DTV!
Dancing is not your future. One day, you’re going to own Edna’s Occidental Laundry.
Instead of dance, it’s choreography.
Chaps who were into taps, aren’t tapping anymore, they’re doing choreography.
Here I am, lard face.
You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talking… you talking to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? OK.
Here, have some of this. Smell like a man.
The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like . . . victory.
What an incredible smell you’ve discovered!
Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, and their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.
Oh, it’s a filthy purse-string all right, but who’s holding the other end of it? Do I smell the aroma of hypocrisy?
I’m the mascot of an evil corporation!
Why am I doing this? Because I’m a villain. It’s pure and simple.
I’m applying for a villain loan. I go by Vector. It’s a mathematical term, represented by an arrow with both direction and magnitude. Vector! That’s me, because I commit crimes with both direction and magnitude. Oh yeah!
What’s the vector, Victor?
Have you ever seen a grown man naked?
Whoa, two hands there, big fella!
You’re gonna represent Glenboro prison in the annual Top Hand-competition. Congratulations!