Karloff? Sidekick? Fuck You!! Karloff does not deserve to smell my shit.
You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L’Air du Temps… but not today.
What, are you officially a woman now?
That’s no woman! That’s a man, baby!
He’s a caveman.
Atouk alounda Tala.
Oh no! RADMOBILE!!!
Her name’s Christine.
My asshole brother bought her back in September '57.
Ya know Pepper, ya can’t polish a turd.
You need to go in the back seat, scoop up all those little pieces of brain and skull, get it out of there. Wipe down the upholstery. Now, when it comes to the upholstery, it don’t need to be spic-and-span. You don’t need to eat off it. Just give it a good once-over. What you need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected, you gotta soak that shit up.
Are you saying that I put an abnormal brain into a seven and a half foot long, fifty four inch wide GORILLA?
Are you serving that ape a martini?
Get your hands off me you damned dirty ape.
Here, if anyone lays a hand on that nag shoot him, but don’t make a mistake and shoot the nag.
Well, if people didn’t try something new, there wouldn’t be hardly any progress at all.
When you get slapped you’ll take it and like it.
You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses on, would you? Huh?
I only came here to do two things. Kick some ass and drink some beer. And it looks like we’re almost outta beer.
Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?