You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.
Think I could get a little blow job for good luck?
God, I miss Jack!
There were times while I was playing Jack where I felt…retarded. Like, really retarded.
Can we talk about something other than Hollywood for a change? We’re educated people.
Judgment of any system, or a priori relationship or phenomenon exists in an irrational, or metaphysical, or at least epistemological contradiction to an abstract empirical concept such as being, or to be, or to occur in the thing itself, or of the thing itself.
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
We gotta take these bastards. Now, we could fight ‘em with conventional weapons, that could take years, and cost millions of lives. No, in this case, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture, be done on somebody’s part
Mr. President, I’m not saying we wouldn’t get our hair mussed. But I do say no more than ten to twenty million killed, tops. Uh, depending on the breaks.
Uh… excuse me, Mr. President? That’s not entirely accurate.
I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself. However, since I can’t have you following me either…
Following’s not really my style.
You know what my problem with you is? You’re reckless. Those two men trusted you to lead them as a team. Where were you?
I’ll be right here.
Give me a diablo sandwich, a Dr. Pepper, and make it quick, I’m in a god-damn hurry.
And you know what they call a… a… a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
It’s plump, juicy, three inches thick. Look at this sorry, miserable, squashed thing. Can anybody tell me what’s wrong with this picture?
Monet’s unknown masterpiece, Dogs At Cards.
Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?
Wolf wanted to get friendly. I didn’t.