This is called a Scrumpdiddlyumptious Bar.
Give me your hat. Because I’m gonna puke in it!
Freeze! Vegan Police!
Yeah. Be still like vegetables. Lay like broccoli.
I never woke from this coma, and I never will. I am what doctors call “persistent vegetative” - a vegetable. According to medical experts, I could stay like this for a very long time - brain dead, body better than ever.
Edwards, if you were half the man that I am…
I’m more than you’ll ever be…and more woman than you’ll ever get!
Look, I only work here lady.
Moscow’s not the worry, neither is the whole Soviet navy. I know their tactics, I have the advantage. The worry is the Americans. If we meet the right sort, this will work. We get some… buckaroo…
The White House wants to know is everything okay with the alien space craft from Planet 10 or should we just go ahead and destroy Russia?
It reminds me of the heady days of Sputnik and Yuri Gagarin when the world trembled at the sound of our rockets. Now they will tremble again - at the sound of our silence. The order is: engage the silent drive.
Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute… I don’t think you guys understand what this means, please don’t blow up the domes.
I understand completely that it’s just a TV show.
This is your brain on the box. This is my brain on the box. Does anybody else feel like a fried egg?
Perhaps I’ll cure Frank and every other alcoholic if I can solve the mystery of Donovan’s Brain. I think it’s a matter of chemistry how the brain thinks. The problem is to find out what chemical combinations are responsible for success… failure… happiness… misery.
What was the name on the jar?
It was. . .Abby someone.
Abby who?
Abby. . .Normal.
I’m only a head, and you’re whatever you are. Together we’re strong. More powerful than any of them.
No, it wasn’t my head. No, it wasn’t my hands. It was my… my misunderstanding.
My dear family, guess what? Today I found out what my special purpose is for. Gosh, what a great time I had. I wish the whole family could’ve been here with me. Maybe some other time as I intend to do this a lot. Every chance I get. I think next week I’ll be able to send more money as I may have extra work. My friend Patty has promised me a blow job. Your loving son, Navin.
Now, Mr. Carter. I know this is completely unorthodox. But I think this is the only way to find that boy. That penis had a mole on it - I’d recognize that penis anywhere. In spite of the juvenile snickers of some, this is a serious matter. That seducer and despoiler must be stopped; he’s extremely dangerous. And, Mr. Carter, I’m certain that everyone in this room knows who that is. He’s a contemptible little pervert who… well, I’m sorry, but I’ve got him now, and I’m not going to let him slip through my fingers again.