I’ve learned that we’re all entitled to have our secrets.
I have to lie to women to get laid, and I don’t score much. I got a little dick, it’s pathetic!
It looks like a penis, only smaller.
I was wondering if the little gentleman might be for sale.
In Philadelphia, it’s worth 50 bucks.
At an age when other men prosper, I am reduced to living in Philadelphia.
Shoulda dumped you in Pittsburgh!
If you get bitten by a shark, you’re not just gonna give up surfing, are you?
Yeah, probably.
Charlie don’t surf!
Sunny, 72. And that’s the weather. Our next weather report will be in four days.
Unusual weather we’re having, ain’t it?
I make the weather! All of this moisture coming up out of the Gulf is gonna push off to the east and hit Altoona.
The National Weather Service is calling for a big blizzard thing!
I am here at the Global Warming conference in New Delhi, where, if you can believe your eyes, it’s snowing. The coldest weather on record has thrown the city into chaos with dozens of homeless people freezing to death.
In that case, you can put your arms around me.
I know you don’t I? I’m usually very good with names but I’ll be damned if I haven’t forgotten yours.
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions and loyal servant to the TRUE emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives. But, as my plastic surgeon always said: if you gotta go, go with a smile.
Always proud to cater to the Little Folk, Mister…?
Underhill. My name is Underhill.
Bond. James Bond.