The Green Hornet. His reliable partner, the Blue Wombat.
… and I, his little Ruth.
Hey, you wanna be my sidekick? No cussing.
What do you think I say when I go to the feed store in town? “Oh, now Wally, get me a bag of that F’-ING pig feed, and 10 lbs. of that BITCHLY cowcorn!” And at the bank do I go to Mrs. Bollinger and go: “Oh, here’s ONE BIG BASTARD of a check, give me some of your Christing money!” THERE, LOOK THERE, SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!!
A please would be nice.
Another thing I got is a sense of humiligration. Now maybe one of you swabs can fool your intelligence, and sees that I’m asking you for an apolgicky.
I’m sorry, Frank, I think you missed it. Queen to Bishop 3, Bishop takes Queen, Knight takes Bishop. Mate.
You’ve lost, you just don’t know it yet.
No! Never give up! Never surrender!
He made me do it! He talked me into it!
What are we on a playground here? Am I the only professional?
No women, no kids.
Women and mogs first!
For years, women have been ridiculed, pampered, chucked under the chin. I ask you, on behalf of us all, be fair to the fair sex.
I could never be a woman, 'cause I’d just stay home and play with my breasts all day.
He’s not only that! He’s also a pervert! He touches himself in the mens room!
Have you seen this prick? Report immediately to Beulah Balbricker. Do not attempt to apprehend this prick, as it is armed and dangerous. It was last seen hanging out in the girls’ locker room at Angel Beach High School.
Look, he’s operating on his own, he’s cut off from his chain of command, he’s showing signs of pressure-induced psychosis. And he’s got a nuclear weapon.
Make Honolulu glow in the dark.
I fix.
Giant?
Hogarth. I go. You stay. No following.
I love you. (You are who you choose to be.)
Superman.