You gonna gun 'em down at 80 yards when they’re coming out of a church social?
There are only murderers in this room! Michael! Open your eyes! This is the life we chose, the life we lead. And there is only one guarantee: none of us will see heaven.
So you can give your heart to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the Corps! Do you ladies understand?
One, two, three, four, I love the Marine Corps!
That there’s no end to misery and destruction. You cut the head off a snake, and it grows another one. You cut that one off, and you find another. You can’t kill it, because it’s something within ourselves. You can call it the enemy if you want to, but it’s part of us; we’re all men.
Misery is alive! Misery is alive! Oh, this whole house is going to be full of romance. Oooh, I’m going to put on my Liberace records!
Elvis, Elvis! Mercy be!
Keep that pelvis far from me!
He’s going to be very popular.
Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it’s usually something unusual.
Well, that is your name, isn’t it? Calvin Klein? It’s written all over your underwear.
Yeah. Of course I don’t have my underwear. This is definitely not my underwear.
These are not boxer shorts. Mine are boxer shorts. These are Hanes 32. My boxer shorts have my name and it says Raymond.
Pink is my favorite color, do you know what pink is? Red 27, White 65. 65 plus 27, 92. ‘Pink’ has four letters, 92 divided by 4, twenty-fucking-three.
Well… I told her I preferred books to dolls, boots to ballet slippers and that my idea of a family vacation was for all of us to go work on the Alaskan pipeline.
What’s the matter? A girl who can stand up to a giant troll is afraid of some dumb eighth grader?
They have a cave troll.
Now I’m trapped in a rock video - anything but this!
Lesbian Nazi Hookers Abducted by UFOs and Forced Into Weight Loss Programs… all next week on Town Talk.
The popcorn you are eating has been pissed in; film at eleven.
Well, Gail, by this time the hostages should be going through the early stages of the Helsinki Syndrome.