Help me… help you! Help me… help you!
Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you.
I wanna help you.
I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part.
And we’re just the ones to do it! Eggnog?
Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?
I really don’t mind you being an asshole, you really can’t help that, but I do mind you lying to me like I was a fool.
Stupid is as stupid does.
But why me? Why not Fenster, MacManus or Hockney? Why me? I’m stupid. I’m a cripple. Why me?
You wanna know?! OK, I’m gonna tell you! Because you had the talent to be a good fighter, and instead of that, you became a leg-breaker for some cheap, two-bit loan shark!
You ask too many questions.
You’re a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
Well, they say a slice off a cut loaf’s never missed.
Go pinch that loaf, dawg.
Excuse me if this off the subject a little bit, but just take a guess at how much I can bench press.
Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?
Now let me correct you on a couple of things, OK? Aristotle was not Belgian. The central message of Buddhism is not “Every man for himself.” And the London Underground is not a political movement. Those are all mistakes, Otto. I looked them up.
He was wondering how a man weighing 600 pounds could teach people about self-discipline.
Once you’ve had fat, you never go back!
I can see you right now in the kitchen, bending over a hot stove. But I can’t see the stove.
Y’know, I seen me a mermaid once. I even seen me a shark eat an octopus. But I ain’t never seen no phantom Russian submarine.