Well, I wouldn’t put it that way, but… okay.
For what we are about to see next, we must enter quietly into the realm of genius.
Mitch, there’s something you need to know. Compared to you, most people have the IQ of a carrot.
I’ll give you a whole goddamn fruit salad. There are Frigidaires falling from the sky!
Then you plug up the inlet to the test cock with chewing gum, sealing wax, anything… just so that it shows a dribble. And then you open the tube, and Good Night.
What the hell good is that gonna do? You close them, you can’t open them again. You can’t land on the moon with one healthy fuel cell!
And once the moon is mine, the world will give me whatever I want to get it back, and I will be the greatest villain of all time! That’s what I’m talking about!
You read way too much Twilight!
Books are adventure. They contain murder and mayhem and passion. They love anyone who opens them.
I think we’ve been in here too long. I feel unusual.
You’d think at a certain point all these atypical somethings would amount to a typical something.
Tell me, honey. Go ahead. Get it off your chest.
I am an extraterrestrial from the planet Vulcan!
Fascinating.
Is that all you’ve got to say? What about my performance?
Practice, practice, practice.
Yes! But, you can’t just say it, man. You’ve gotta feel it in your blood and guts! If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules. You gotta get mad at the man! And right now, I’m the man. That’s right, I’m the man, and who’s got the guts to tell me off? Huh? Who’s gonna tell me off?
Get off my lawn!
We are not questioning your authority, sir, but if manners prevent our speaking the truth, we will be without manners.
Blame Canada! Blame Canada! It seems that everything’s gone wrong since Canada came along. Blame Canada! Blame Canada!