Show me the money!
You don’t look at the things that you have, you only look at the stuff that you don’t have. Those guys are right about you - you’re money.
I’m Spartacus!
I’m Brian and so’s my wife!
Crucifixion’s a doddle.
You, slave, will be torn apart by horses, to the plaudits of the troops and the amusement of the children.
Oooooooh, that does put a damper on the rest of the evening, doesn’t it?
Are you not entertained?
Americans know entertainment, but they don’t know pleasure.
I don’t see no Americans. I see trespassers, Irish harps.
Do you not get it, lads? The Irish are the blacks of Europe. And Dubliners are the blacks of Ireland. And the Northside Dubliners are the blacks of Dublin. So say it once, say it loud: I’m black and I’m proud.
I do my business on this side of the road, and you white folks do your business on that side; that’s the way they get things done in Mississippi!
Oh, baby, you are so talented!
And they are so dumb!
Hey, cowboy! Is that a ten-gallon hat, or are you just happy to see me?
Take that underwear off your head, enh? Enough is enough.
Will you still love me when I’m in my carbohydrate, sequined-jumpsuit, young-girls-in-white-cotton-panties, waking-up-in-a-pool-of-your-own-vomit, bloated-purple-dead-on-a-toilet phase?
I like you, Clarence. Always have. Always will.
All right, Snakes. I believe you. That’s why I’m gonna let you go. I’m gonna give you 'til the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my property, before I pump your guts full of lead!
Daddy, Ma’s got a picture of Harlon’s keister in the paper!
Kvetch, kvetch, kvetch!