You guys are out there like fuckin’ Pluto, man; you’re GONE!
Say hello to my little friend.
You had me at hello.
Yeah, I’m a psycho, but I’m still a cop!
You’re a policeman. There are rules for policemen.
I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Now, right now, I’m a fuckin’ race car, right, and you got me the red. And I’m just sayin’, I’m just sayin’ that it’s fuckin’ dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin’ red. That’s all. I could blow.
You know, you’re much too tense. You’re a young man. You need to relax, learn to take some joy in your work. Do you like music?
I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony.
Why don’t you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?
Can I be totally honest with you? Okay, umm… when I am alone at night, umm, and I am, uh, I’m with, uh, myself… I’m giving myself the “gift” of pleasure… exactly, umm, when I am, umm, jerking off. Uh, I am thinking of you reciting Mein Kampf in its super-sexy mother tongue while we’re making the sweetest love we can possibly make without dying. So, uh, do I need help?
He slimed me.
Don’t you spray for jungle animals each spring? I specifically remember such language in my lease.
Hey, hey, hey. Say it, don’t spray it.
Oh, you mean the spitting. Ever since combat, he’s had a bad taste in his mouth. Don’t worry, we’re working on him.
You’re dethpicable!
Thounds like I’m lithsping, dothen’t it?
A riot iss an ugly thing. Und, I think that it’s just about time that we had vun!
I am from the telepheun company, there is something the matter with your pheun.
I’m French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?
Do I detect something in your voice that says I am in disfavor with you?