In every class, there’s always one joker who thinks that he’s smarter than me. In this class, that happens to be you. Isn’t it, Mayonnaise?
Call me some time when you don’t have any class.
It’s frightening to imagine what could happen by Christmas, isn’t it?
Charlie, stay away from those things. They’re reindeer, you don’t know where they’ve been. They all look like they’ve got key lime disease.
I love to get pie after I see a movie.
C’mon Roger, let’s go home. I’ll bake you a carrot cake.
Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like…victory.
Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
That’s Clarence Oveur. Over.
You must’ve thought it was white boy day. Huh? It ain’t white boy day is it?
No man, it ain’t white boy day.
Shit man, you done fucked up again. Well, well, well. Lookie what we got here. Clarence…Whore-lee?
Aww, lookie here. Looks like somebody threw away a perfectly good white boy!
I can’t pass for black.
I didn’t say I was gonna make you black. I said I was gonna get you on that train. Now we got to make them cops think you’re black.
It’s like, how much more black could this be? And the answer is… none. None more black.
None shall pass
Get your raggedy ass off my porch.
Martha, will you show her where we keep the, uh, euphemism?
I looked in the phone book, and there’s a “Your Self Storage” facility, right outside of downtown Baltimore, sir.
Mama, nobody sends you a turd and expects to live. Nobody!