Why can’t we shut it down from here?
He’s still alive. You want me to shut down while he’s still alive?
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.
I know. If I don’t kill you first.
Ah, yes, that’s typical western thought. Civilized isn’t it?
Oh Christ, you are such a bleeding-heart liberal, Paul
Believe in that there sign. For as long as it hangs there we’ve got hope.
Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Don’t let it be forgot / That once there was a spot / For one brief shining moment / That was known as Camelot!
Show the sword! Behold! The Sword of Power! Excalibur! Forged when the world was young, and bird and beast and flower were one with man, and death was but a dream!
I would sooner destroy a stained glass window as an artist like yourself. However, since I can’t have you following me either – thump
Follow me. Follow me. That’s good, that’s good! A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat!
He was dying. I wanted a child. It was a good way to have one without the bother of a husband around who had legal rights to my body. So, one night at work, when the wounded and maimed were all asleep, I went to him. He was asleep. But his erection was there, as always. I removed my undergarments and climbed on top of him. He woke up then. He said the only word other than his name that I ever heard him utter. He said: “Good.”
I had better sex in prison.
I don’t know if you’ve read my book, “Advanced Sexual Positions: How to Achieve Them Without Laughing.”
I’m funny how, I mean funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I’m here to fuckin’ amuse you?
Well, well, well, they certainly are scraping the bottom of the barrel for cheerleaders these days.
What the hell’s wrong with you? Stop acting like a damn cheerleader.
I’m bitchin’, great hair, / The boys all love to stare, / I’m wanted, I’m hot, / I’m everything you’re not, / I’m pretty, I’m cool, / I dominate this school, / Who am I? Just guess, / Guys wanna touch my chest, / I’m rockin’, I smile, / And many think I’m vile, / I’m flyin’, I jump, / You can look but don’t you hump, / Whoo / I’m major, I roar, / I swear I’m not a whore, / We cheer and we lead, / We act like we’re on speed, / Hate us 'cause we’re beautiful, / Well we don’t like you either, / We’re cheerleaders, / We are cheerleaders. /Roll call…