I’m the captain now.
Sergeant, I’m surprised at you.
Well, okay, hotshot. We’re gonna see what kind of soldier you are.
Now, you and I are the only thing standin’ between that ugly bastard and a city of 2 million people! Now we have a choice here: we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.
It’s moments like these… you need one of my mum’s cookies.
Here, take a cookie. I promise, by the time you’re done eating it, you’ll feel right as rain.
That depends on what the pâté is made of.
The miracle food of high-energy plankton gathered from the oceans of the world.
You provide the food, I’ll provide the perspective, which should go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
If anyone orders merlot, I’m leaving. I am not drinking any fucking merlot!
Maggots, Michael. You’re eating maggots. How do they taste?
I find that as difficult to swallow as this potage au gelee.
Give me a whiskey, ginger ale on the side. And don’t be stingy, baby.
Yeah, my dog ate my stash, man. I had it on the table and the little motherfucker ate it, man. Then I had to follow him around with a little baggie for three days, man, before I got it back. Really blew the dog’s mind, ya know?
Dogs got no reason to live.
Dogs don’t like to be left alone. It’s not like, when you leave, he goes, “Great, time to finish writing my novel!” No, when their humans leave, dogs get depressed, and they show it.
I know it! YOU know it! Even Yellow Dog knows it!
Careful Maggie, your claws are showing.
Maggie! What a great little accident you turned out to be!
This was no boat accident!