Well, do you, punk?
But it’s so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet, or his enemy’s? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool; you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me… Because iocaine comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder’s origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me… You’ve beaten my giant, which means you’re exceptionally strong. So, you could have put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you’ve also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied. And in studying, you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me… It has worked – you’ve given everything away! I know where the poison is! And I choose – what in the world can THAT be?
Life and death. Space and time. Fate and chance. Theses are the forces of the universe. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a man who has unlocked these mysteries. From the furthest corners of the world where the dark arts still hold sway he returns to us to demonstrate how nature’s laws may be bent.
Come on then, back to creation. We mustn’t waste any more time. They’ll think I’ve lost control again and put it all down to evolution.
You want a miracle? You make a fish from scratch. You can’t. You think only God can make a tree? Try coming up with a mackerel. And when the last one’s gone, that’ll be that. Eighty-six on the fish, goodbye sky, so long world, over and out.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
Let me come with you, Pontiuth. I may be of thome athithtanthe if there ith a thudden crithith!
Not you, Ken. You have a beautiful speaking voice. When it works.
I don’t need it - I don’t need ANYBODY. I got talent, Edward. BIG talent.
I wish I were big.
Because anybody that’s peed next to you knows it’s the size of a leprechaun’s pinkie.
For future reference, right-handed men don’t hold it with their left. Just one of those things.
Actually, you weren’t so bad for a guy with no penis.
Nice ascot!
Don’t look him in the eye! It challenges him! He doesn’t like that!
W-W-What’s up, Medusa? W-What’s going on?
What’s the matter with you? Is this what you’ve become, a Hollywood finocchio who cries like a woman? “Oh, what do I do? What do I do?” What is that nonsense? Ridiculous!
There’s no crying in baseball!
I think the metaphor broke my spleen!
There’s not enough beer in the world, Spleen, I’m sorry.