We might just make it. Did that thought ever cross your brain? Well, regardless, I would rather take my chance out there on the ocean than to stay here and die on this shithole island, spending the rest of my life talking…TO A GODDAMN VOLLEYBALL!
You know, once I was thinking about quitting when I was diagnosed with brain, lung and testicular cancer, all at the same time. But with the love and support of my friends and family, I got back on the bike and I won the Tour de France five times in a row.
I am sure, in the miserable annals of the Earth, you will be duly enshrined.
Made it, Ma! Top of the world!
And in addition to the darkness there was also me. And I moved upon the face of the darkness. And I saw that I was alone. Let there be light.
Good God. What an entrance.
God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.
Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth.
I am Jack’s colon. I get cancer. I kill Jack.
I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.
Bet you wished you’d stood in bed!
No. No. Be of good cheer. If science teaches us anything, it teaches us to accept our failures, as well as our successes, with quiet dignity and grace.
Once again, the L.A.P.D. is asking Los Angelenos not to fire their guns at the visitor spacecraft.
Would you mind not shooting at the thermonuclear weapons?
Most things in here don’t react too well to bullets.
This is tremendous, Don, just tremendous. The atmosphere heavy, uncertain, overtones of ugliness. A reminder, in a way, of how it was in March of 1964 at Miami Beach when Clay met Liston for the first time and nobody was certain how it would turn out. The crowd is tense; they’ve been here since ten this morning. And… and I think I see… the door beginning to open. El Presidente may be coming out. The door opens. It’s he… it’s El Presidente waving at the crowd. A shot rings out! He turns… he runs back toward the building, trying to get in. This crowd is going wild. He’s caught in a crossfire of bullets. And down! It’s over! It’s all over for El Presidente!
After all you’ve seen, you can just walk away?
For God’s sake, don’t shake that booty!
We got some dancin’ to do.
Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!
Tell Victor that Ramon – the fella he met about a week ago? – tell him that Ramon went to the clinic today, and I found out that I have, umm, Herpes Simplex 10. And I think Victor should go check himself out with his physician to make sure everything is fine before things start falling off on the man.