Alright, I’ll give you a reason then. You carry those groceries into the study, Freddy honey, because it’s just slightly after midnight, and we’re not going to be finished before we open tomorrow night - correction. Before we open TONIGHT!
Tonight, tonight, won’t be just any night…
After all, tomorrow is another day.
Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.
But the good news is, the whiskey works.
Wait a minute, there’re no drinks up here. What’s he talking about? The bartender told us there were drinks on the house!
In heaven, there ain’t no beer…
Heaven, I’m in Heaven…Heaven…Heaven.
If you meet our requirements, we’ll be only too glad to accommodate you.
It’s a Mr. Death, dear. He’s here about the reaping.
Talking about killing? Y’all experts? Y’all know about killing? I’d like to hear about it, potheads.
Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so…
Ty Cobb wanted to play. But none of us could stand the son-of-a-bitch when we were alive, so we told him to stick it! Ha ha ha ha ha!
He just happens to be a very good friend of mine!
It isn’t a feud. Feuding suggests at one time you liked each other. We never did.
I’ve never trusted Klingons, and I never will.
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
You know something? You never listen. For twenty years you never ever listened.
What did you say?
Put ze cendle beck!