My name’s Forrest. Forrest Gump.
My name is Blu. You know, like the cheese with the mold on it, that smells really bad.
I go by the name of Vector. It’s a mathematical term, represented by an arrow with both direction and magnitude. Vector! That’s me, because I commit crimes with both direction and magnitude. Oh yeah!
You look like a regular girl to me.
I could never be a woman, 'cause I’d just stay home and play with my breasts all day.
My first day as a woman, and I’m having hot flashes!
Look, I don’t want to be a problem, but it’s not an easy decision. I really liked being a man.
Oh, come on. If I’ve got to watch my language just because they let a few broads in, I’m going to quit. How the hell can you run a goddamn railroad without swearing?
Welcome to the party, pal.
Tributes, we welcome you.
We welcome you to Munchkinland, falalalala falala lala.
Shut the fuck up, Donny.
So, primary one on that, I think I’ve expressed it a couple times online, is I feel the modern media has a big focus on personalities. And I’m a little concerned that the more we focus on that, the more they’re going to use that as a distraction. I don’t necessarily want that to happen, which is why I’ve consistently said, you know, I’m not the story here.
If there is anything that this horrible tragedy can teach us, it’s that a male model’s life is a precious, precious commodity. Just because we have chiseled abs and stunning features, it doesn’t mean that we too can’t not die in a freak gasoline fight accident.
I’ve got a degree in ass wiggling, mate.
Come on in and experience some of my bullshit.
A-choo!
Sorry, I’m allergic to bullshit.
If you are allergic to waffles, don’t eat them.
Madam, we must have waffles! We must all have waffles forthwith! We must all think, and we must all have waffles, and think each and every one of us to the very best of his ability…
Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup.