Of course not! You lack vision!
I see a place where people go on and off the freeway. On and off, off and on, all day, all NIGHT! SOON… where Toontown once stood will be a string of gas stations… inexpensive motels, restaurants that serve rapidly prepared FOOD! Tire salons… automobile DEALERSHIPS… and wonderful, WONDERFUL billboards reaching as far as the eye can see!
MY GOD… it’ll be beautiful.
Boy, I got vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals.
The whole city’s in danger! The whole state! The whole world!
Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
I don’t give a flying handshake what your name is.
I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
How do you ask me that? I’m your brother and you ask me that? Where do you get you’re balls big enough to ask me that?
Mrs. Robinson, if you don’t mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
Ah, he’s drunk.
You fellas been doing a bit of boozing, have ya? Sucking back on Grandpa’s old cough medicine?
That about sums it up for me.
A game-legged old man and a drunk. That’s all you got?
I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man.
I say what I mean, and I DO what I say.
Oh, I’m sorry, did I break your concentration.
You aren’t too smart, are you? I like that in a man.
English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
I speak jive.
You calling me a jive turkey?
I don’t know how to tell ya this, Cyrus, but we are three white guys short. Or as they say in Ebonics, “We be fucked”.