Do you always begin conversations this way?
We can’t be direct, so we end up saying the weirdest things.
She goes both ways. The round orange moon pie with the white hat on, he’ll pay for it.
And do me a favor, will you? Just get out one of those pepperoni sticks. I just wanna hold it.
Well, your belt buckle may say rock n’ roll, but your breath says pepperoni, baby.
They look human… sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him.
Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator, would never stop. It would never leave him, and it would never hurt him, never shout at him, or get drunk and hit him, or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die, to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
If a robot could genuinely love a person, what responsibility does that person hold toward that mecha in return? It’s a moral question, isn’t it?
The world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.
The mark of a true killer: Sleep tight, rest easy, and come out fighting.
I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.
It’s the times. They are a-changin’. Something’s blowing in the wind. Fetch me my diet pills, would you, Hon?
We don’t really move. I mean, we’d like to, but… my mom is sort of attached to the house. Attached is, I guess, not the right word. She’s pretty much wedged in.
We don’t travel much.
How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you’re carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life… you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV… the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home… I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now, I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office… and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents; and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake – your relationships are the heaviest components in your life.
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles look down as she sells her wares. Although you can’t see it, you know they are smiling each time someone shows that he cares. Though her words are simple and few, listen, listen, she’s calling to you. Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
Of woman? Thomas Aquinas knew precious little, but the scriptures are very clear. Proverbs warns us, “Woman takes possession of a man’s precious soul”, while Ecclesiastes tells us, “More bitter than death is woman”.
Okay, gotta think like a broad, gotta think like a broad… okay. I’m a broad…
Oh, God! Now she’s thinking of dead kittens!
although at one time we were afraid she’d die, Elsa did recover. And when she did, she seemed somehow different.