I Hate My Husband Pie… You take bittersweet chocolate and don’t sweeten it. You make it into a pudding and drown it in caramel .
Earl Murders Me Because I’m Having An Affair Pie… You smash blackberries and raspberries into a chocolate crust /
I Can’t Have No Affair Because It’s Wrong And I Don’t Want Earl To Kill Me Pie… Vanilla custard with banana. Hold the banana.
Pregnant Miserable Self Pitying Loser Pie… Lumpy oatmeal with fruitcake mashed in. Flambé of course.
You want another life? Then take me!
Heaven can wait.
Is this heaven?
It’s Iowa.
Iowa? I could have sworn this was heaven.
Is there a heaven?
Oh yeah. It’s the place where dreams come true.
Maybe this is heaven.
Heaven, I’m in Heaven. Heaven, I’m in Heaven. Heaven, I’m in Heaven.
Why they’s angels. Angels. Just like up in heaven.
Boss. Saw me a mouse go by.
Hey! Hey! I’m gonna get some too, ain’t I?
What makes you think you deserve any?
Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.
A big man is ripping your ears off Percy. I’d do as he says.
(Wrong movie :D)
I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you’ll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your ass belongs to me.
(Yes but Shawshank is much more quotable IMHO.)
Can’t put anything over on you.
All I wanted me was a little cornbread!
(Shawshank/G Mile quote-off! GO!)
Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Three grown men… outsmarted by a mouse.
This is a shocking experience!
Honey, if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind, I’m afraid I’ll have to smother you with a pillow.
(Buddha bailed :()
Try it! You’ll be on the bread lines before the week is out!
There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here, because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone, and this old man is all that’s left. I got to live with that.
(Sorry, catching up on emails & stuff.)
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?