I’d probably saw his legs off at the kneecaps and then grind ‘em into hamburger meat and then I’d feed ‘em to my 200 lb. bull mastiffs. Then I would force that guy to watch them it eat. That’s pretty gnarly shit, ain’t it. Yeah, that’s dastardly.
On Wednesday we’ll eat Gil – on Thursday we’ll eat Bob! Ha ha ha…no no no, that’s going too far.
I think I bobbed when you weaved.
The hard part about playing chicken is knowing when to flinch.
Ha-ha! You flinched! Two for flinching! Two for flinching!
Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself.
If you shoot this man, you die next. Repeat. If you shoot this man, you die next.
Give the bag to bozo, drop the gun, and put your hands in the air.
You wanna be the War Machine, take your shot.
I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine.
When I die, bury me upside down so the whole world can kiss my ass.
I’d hug you but your body is over there.
Who’s going to believe a talking head? Get a job in a sideshow.
There are no two words in the English language more harmful than “good job”.
I’m the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
Okay. Sounds like a case of the Mondays.
I hate Mondays.
Listen, it’s Gloria, right? You’re a really nice girl and I’m a nice guy, and you’re very pretty with or without cleavage, and what do you say… would you like to take a shower?
I’d rather kiss a Wookiee.
There, you see Lord Vader, she can be reasonable.