My mother told me once that when I was three years old, my potty lid was closed and instead of me lifting it, I shit my pants. The point is, I’m not the type of person who’ll disrupt things just so l can shit comfortably.
If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain’t the kinda pussy to drink it
The other day Crash called a woman’s pu… pussy… um, well, you know how the hair is kind of in a V-shape? Well, he called it the Bermuda Triangle. He said that a man could get lost in there and never be heard from again.
Get your paws off of me!
Keep your filthy paws
Off my silky draw’s.
Get your slimy, webbed phalanges off ma boots!
Gee whiz, after sitting here talking to you, I don’t even want to think about slime people!
Wouldn’t you prefer a nice game of chess?
This reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head. Remember that?
She doesn’t remember who you are, brah.
I remember . . . the Alamo.
I’ve forgotten the question.
What we got here is… failure to communicate.
Tommy, can you see me? Can I help to cheer you? Tommy, can you hear me? Can you feel me near you?
No, I didn’t quite catch that, Lou… Still not getting it… Ok, I got it… Shit, I lost it.
You don’t have to apologize to anybody, including me.
Sorry about that, Chief.
Tatanka!
Jumanji!
Geronimooooooooo!