I can’t . . . feel my face. I mean I can touch it, but I can’t feel it inside.
Ain’t logical. Cuttin’ on his own face, rapin’ and murdering - Hell, I’ll kill a man in a fair fight… or if I think he’s gonna start a fair fight, or if he bothers me, or if there’s a woman, or if I’m gettin’ paid - mostly only when I’m gettin’ paid. But these Reavers… last ten years they show up like the bogeyman from stories. Eating people alive? Where’s that get fun?
This is the best party ever!
Fill it up again! Fill it up again! Once it hits your lips, it’s so good!
Drink up. Let’s Boo-Boo.
But Yogi, the Ranger’s not going to like it.
And what would a Ranger know of this matter?
Tonto, I need you to go into town to find out what they’re saying…
Now, you and Tonto be here at eight o’clock tomorrow, sharp! End of story!
And they all lived happily ever after.
Do we have to read the kissing parts?
Pucker up butter-cup.
Hey, I’m French, okay?
Stop thinking so hard, Frenchie. You’re liable to get yourself a bad headache.
My brain hurts!
*Ack! Ack! Ack! *
Face-eating, Jack? Is that some kind of a delicacy?
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry.
Delicious kitty… oh, ouch… kitty is like a potato… so nice. Where do I start, it all looks so good. Little winged potatoes. Ouch! That’s my snout… ouch, let go. This potato’s got big ears, yes… it’s like a whole buffet… oh, new potatoes, hmm…
Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew… Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.