I’d piss on a spark plug if I thought it’d do any good.
Candlelight, privacy, music. Can’t think of a better place for hand-to-hand combat.
Do we need the monkey?
I am a musician, and the monkey is a businessman; he doesn’t tell me what to play, and I don’t tell him what to do with his money.
I love this thing. I make these little mix tapes. I put all my favorite songs together. Which one is this? Number eleven. I love it. When you buy a tape or an album, the bands put the songs in some fucking order, like they want you to listen to it in that order. I hate that. I don’t like to be told what to listen to, when to listen to it – fuck.
The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. Anyway… I’ve started to make a tape… in my head… for Laura. Full of stuff she likes. Full of stuff that make her happy. For the first time I can sort of see how that is done.
Well I don’t wanna break up the meeting or nothin’, but she’s somethin’ of a cunt, ain’t she Doc?
Whoa. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you trying to tell me that my mother has got the hots for me?
Oh, but she’s harmless. She’s as harmless as one of those stuffed birds.
I keep telling you, this isn’t ‘a few birds’! These are gulls, crows, swifts…!
They’re not monsters, Lex. They’re just animals. And these are herbivores.
Feeeed me!
In nature’s scheme of things, there are certain plants which are carnivorous, or eating plants. The Venus Fly Trap is one of the best known of these plants. A fly drawn to the plant by its sweet syrup, brushes against triggered bristles. Just how these plants digest their pray has yet to be explained. There is much still to learn about these fascinating eating plants. This is a newcomer: Triffidus Celestus, brought to earth on the meteorite during the Day of the Triffids.
Nature knows when to give up, David.
Then it don’t matter. I’ll be all around in the dark - I’ll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there’s a fight, so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready, and when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise and livin’ in the houses they build - I’ll be there, too.
I’ll be there… around every corner… in every empty room… as inevitable as your guilty conscience…
Ever seen a grown man naked?
Not so fast, we’re going to play a little game. It’s called: Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!
Is that what that means? You know, all this time I’ve been listenin’ to that shit, thinkin’ it was time for Final Jeopardy or somethin’.
English, motherfucker! Do. You. Speak it?!