Yeah, and don’t even get me started about Oedipus. Let’s just say you do not want to be at his house over the holidays, it’s awkward.
You’re a slimy, contemptible sewer rat!
Don’t say that! You are a rabbi. I’m a bank robber. I’m a card player and a whoremonger. That’s what I am. You are a rabbi. You can fall in the mud, you can slip on your ass, you can travel in the wrong direction. But even on your ass, even in the mud, even if you go in the wrong direction for a little while, you’re still a rabbi! That’s what you are!
I yam what I yam.
I am… Batman.
I’m Hub McCann. I’ve fought in two World Wars and countless smaller ones on three continents.
I am Spartacus!
I am a golden god!
My name’s not important. You must come with me, or you’ll be late. Well, late as in “the late” Dent-Arthur-Dent. It’s a sort of threat. You see?
Mr Teatime, you have actually applied yourself to study of ways of killing Death?
How romantic!
How sentimental.
How typical.
I’m going through all those typical teenage girl issues, like finals and college applications and am I gonna get asked to prom?
Yea, you just take Soupy-Sales to prom I can think of so many cooler things to do that night. Like, you know what Bleek? I might pumice my feet, uh, I might go to Bren’s Unitarian Church, maybe get hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice, you know? Cause all those things, would be exponentially cooler than going to prom with you.
Marty, I’m seventeen years old. It’s not like I’ve never parked before.
I’ve been looking for a girl every Saturday night of my life.
I settle down with a nice girl every night, then I’m free the next morning.
I can’t even make a collie stay.
Lassie, come home!