That’s how you handle little things, see. You just yell at 'em and they just shut up like a clam. And that puts 'em in their proper place.
You know, there’s a million fine looking women in the world, dude. But they don’t all bring you lasagna at work. Most of 'em just cheat on you.
Yeah, I stole your California connection, so what? Who introduce you to Pablo Escobar, huh? Me. Who introduce you to your fucking Columbian wife? Me. WHO PROTECT YOU… when my friend Cesar wanted to slice your fucking throat? Me. Who helped you make millions and millions of dollars? Me. And what do I get in return? These… accusations. No, I have always given you everything George, but… that is over now!
*Narrator: *Later, in the Men’s Department, after discovering his long lost brothers, the jungle king was pleased to find he looked pretty good in Armani.
I’ve reached the top and had to stop
And that’s what botherin’ me
You uncultured swine! What’re you lookin’ at, ya hockey puck?
I’m insulted by that, Frank, you have no idea how low I can stoop.
I don’t know. I can imagine quite a lot.
Well, you can consider a sex change. There is an operation that can transform you into a female white dane or a very hell wung chihuaua. Mr. Nixon it is rumored that you have smoked marijuana. Are you planning to take some of the marijuana home back to the United States? How would you do that?
I want you to hold it between your knees.
Do these look like the breasts of a forty year old woman?
Is that coke in your bra or are you just happy to see me?
Would you be good enough to stand erect and in a proper manner, please? And where in the world did you get that dress?
This is our first date, I just want to look pretty for her.
Oh, really? I’ve seen your mother go to work on you, Blane. It’s vicious. When Bill and Joyce are through with you, you won’t know whether to shit or go sailing… Listen, I’m getting really bored with this conversation, all right, Blane? If you want your piece of low-grade ass, fine. Take it, you know. But if you do, you’re not going to have a friend.
He said, “Don’t you lose him, Samwise Gamgee.” And I don’t mean to.
You must feel horrible. You’ve lost everything. Your father, your tribe, your best friend…
We came very close to killing your wife. But she begged us, repeatedly, for just one more chance. So in the spirit of compassion and mercy, we decided not to kill her just yet.
I didn’t kill my wife!
Perhaps I’m just projecting my own concern about it.I know I’ve never completely freed myself from the suspicion that there are some extremely odd things about this mission. I’m sure you agree there’s some truth in what I say.