Don’t trust his lies.
I see dead people.
But they are not dead, really. They’re just backing away from life.
My mother’s been fucking a dead guy for years. I call him Dad.
You know, Mrs. Buckman, you need a license to buy a dog, to drive a car - hell, you even need a license to catch a fish. But they’ll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father.
All dogs go to Heaven.
Somewhere out there, beneath a clear blue sky…
On a clear day, you can see forever.
Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be,
Mama always said, life is like a box of chocolates.
Ah, chocolates, hmm!
You were very, very bad to wake Mommie up like that
I … I can’t help it! I have this … crazy desire for you!
As you wish.
Now, if there’s one thing you can be sure of, it’s that nothing is more powerful than a young boy’s wish.
Except an Apache helicopter. An Apache helicopter has machine guns AND missiles. It is an unbelievably impressive complement of weaponry, an absolute death machine.
HA! Do your worst!
Fuck you, man! Where’s Jerry? I gave simple fucking instructions!
Now go do that voodoo that you do so well!
Oh that’s right, Private Pyle, don’t make any fucking effort to get to the top of the fucking obstacle. If God would have wanted you up there he would have miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn’t he?
Will you shut the fuck up ?! There is no bugle program, you sizzle-dick motherfucker ! Who do you think you are, some kind of Kenny G or some shit?