Roses are red, violets are blue… Fuck you, whore!
Roses are red, violets are blue.
It’s time for your dental cleaning
and maybe a checkup, too.
They may be cannibals, but they want health and dental.
You’re nothing but a smear on the Sports page to me, you slimy, ugly, intestinal parasite! Eat me! Eat me!
Put. That coffee. Down.
It’ll work on you tonight and tomorrow. Take this. Now: drink three soda waters a day; drink half, and throw half away.
You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I’ve done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you’re getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
What’s the vector, Victor?
Listen to me, Hillary. I’m not the first guy who fell in love with a woman that he met at a restaurant who turned out to be the daughter of a kidnapped scientist, only to lose her to her childhood lover who she last saw on a deserted island, who then turned out fifteen years later to be the leader of the French underground.
We’re “La Resistance,” we want to save Terrance and Phillip and stop the war and stuff.
Resistance…is useless.
You will be assimilated.
Consider yourself at home
Consider yourself one of the family
One of us…one of us…one of us.
If you let me stay, I’ll keep house for you. I’ll wash and sew and sweep and cook.
All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he’s too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training.
You look down, they know you’re lying and up, they know you don’t know the truth. Don’t use seven words when four will do. Don’t shift your weight, look always at your mark but don’t stare, be specific but not memorable, be funny but don’t make him laugh. He’s got to like you then forget you the moment you’ve left his side. And for God’s sake, whatever you do, don’t, under any circumstances
Remember, the enemy’s gate is down.
You’re suffering from a Vulcan mind-meld, doctor.
Are you sure it isn’t time for a colorful metaphor?