Stairway to heaven, Pete.
Oh hello Mr. Stairs I’ve missed you.
Have you ever heard of the 39 Steps?
Tonight’s lecture: I’ve walked all 12 steps; Can I go home now?
Show me the way to go home. I’m tired and I wanna go to bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago, and it’s gone right to my head.
You’d like a drink better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stub, wouldn’t you?
I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!
You talking to me?
What did you say?
I don’t like the way this script of ours has turned out. It’s turning into a seedy little drama.
Point is, what’s so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There’s a certain orchid look exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they’re designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live - how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can’t let anything get in your way.
Are you doped up?
I been smoking since I was born, man, I can smoke anything, man. You know like I smoke that Michoacán, and Acapulco Gold, man.
Thank you, Miss Fleming. Call me when the shuttle lands.
Don’t be a fool, Striker, you know what a landing like this means, you more than anybody. I’m ordering you to stay up there.
Gentlemen, the lunchbox has landed.
By order of the commissioner of police, Zubrowka Province, I hereby place you under arrest for the murder of Madame Celine Villenueve Desgoffe-und-Taxis.
The first night’s the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell… and those bars slam home… that’s when you know it’s for real. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.
You like to see homos naked?
It is my understanding that you can longer ask me these questions, sir.