English motherfucker, do you speak it?
Atouk alounda Tala.
The language of the slaves! I may have use for you. And the rewards will be great.
Valyrian is my mother tongue!
Do you know what “nada” means?
Isn’t that a light chicken gravy?
Do you like them regular, creamy, or al dente?
Tell your chef Linguini that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best SHOT.
Right turn, Clyde.
“Bear left!”
“Right, frog!”
Cow.
You go to the zoo and you get a lion. Stick a remote control bomb up it’s butt… push the button on the bomb and you and the lion die like one.
The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, and this magazine, and the chair. And I don’t need one other thing, except my dog.
If that don’t beat all. I never saw such a dog.
Whenever Mrs. Kissel breaks wind, we beat the dog.
We’re goldfish people, we’re ant farm people. We’re not dog people.
That depends on what the pâté is made of.
Every dog has his day.
Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica attica! Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica!
And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper?
Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.