“You’re gonna pound my face?”
“What are you, nuts? This is the nineties. We’re gonna sue you.”
I can appreciate your feelings for McClane. But believe me, the jerk isn’t worth it. He’s stepped on so many toes in this department, by this time next month he’s gonna be a security guard. His own wife wants nothing to do with him, and he’s about two steps shy of becoming a full-blown alcoholic.
Thank you sir, but I think I’m going to stick with what I do best. That’s protecting the people of the West Orange Pavilion Mall.
Eateries that operate within the designated square downstairs qualify as food court. Anything outside of said designated square is considered an autonimous unit for mid-mall snacking.
The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in the red zone.
Everybody remember where we parked.
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them.
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
I never drink… wine.
Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn’t sure it was either.
I dated this girl for a while. She was really a… nasty freak. She just loved to get down with sex all the time. It was like… anytime of day, she was like, “Yeah, let’s go! I’m so nasty!” And I’d be nailing her and she’d be like, “Oh, you’re nailing me! Cool!”
My last boyfriend was so boring. All we did was make love.
He’s in love with Kim,
Kim’s in love with him!
Goin’ steady, goin’ steady,
Goin’ steady!
Just think, Miss Renie, that same moon that’s shinin’ down on me this very moment, is shinin’ down on Pete’s tomatoes!
Last year, more people were killed by automobile accidents, heart attacks, lung cancer, and natural causes combined than by any one tomato.
“You know, it’s easier to be killed by a terrorist than it is to get married over the age of forty.”
“That’s not true, that statistic is not true!”
“That’s right, it’s not true. But it feels true.”
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
And there is only one guarantee: none of us will see heaven.
Never tell me the odds, kid!
Here comes Mr. Jordan!