It’s a small world after all.
You’re never gonna guess who I saw at the liquor man.
He was alive when I buried him.
Maybe that’s why he’s under a house in Elysian Park and he don’t smell too good, paisano.
I’m a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.
This is a kinetic-kill, side-winder vehicle with a secondary cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine RDX burst. It’s capable of busting a bunker under the bunker you just busted. If it were any smarter, it’d write a book, a book that would make Ulysses look like it was written in crayon. It would read it to you. This is my Eiffel Tower. This is my Rachmaninoff’s Third. My Pieta. It’s completely elegant, it’s bafflingly beautiful, and it’s capable of reducing the population of any standing structure to zero. I call it “The Ex-Wife.”
It’s a dud.
You got two choices. You leave quietly, we take the body. Or, you can stay, we beat the shit out of you, we take the body.
Hey, watch the face, okay? I’m on TV.
He was smiling… That’s right. You know, that, that Luke smile of his. He had it on his face right to the very end.
Why so serious?
There’s mines over there, there’s mines over there, and watch out those goddamn monkeys bite, I’ll tell ya.
Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
You brought a monkey back to the museum. It’s just not one anybody cares about.
No, he’ll walk amongst you marked with shame, a freak worthy of Barnum’s Museum of Wonders.
Thank you, but no. Whatever happens to us, I want him to live a long life alone with his cowardice.
In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?
I mean, do you have any idea -any idea- what it is to be afraid of death?
Shut up, you American. You Americans, all you do is talk, and talk, and say “let me tell you something” and “I just wanna say.” Well, you’re dead now, so shut up.
Ah. Well… I attended Juilliard… I’m a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I’ve seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT… NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU’RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY… NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK? You think I’m qualified?