No. It’s Iowa.
Sounds Swedish.
Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed, in Greenland?
Don’t talk to me like that, ass-face. I don’t work for you yet.
Strike that speech out of the minutes!
Off with her head!
Dying’s the easy way out. You won’t catch me dying. They’ll have to kill me before I die!
Say hello to my little friend.
If you try to run, I’ve got six little friends and they can all run faster than you can.
Okay, look. You’re going to find out eventually because there’s too many to hide in the closet. I have eight kids.
I hate kids. They’re barely human
I am trying to get home to my eight-year-old son. And now that I’m this close, you’re telling me it’s hopeless?
I will bring you hope, old friend. And I ask only one thing in return: Don’t stand in my way. We are the future, Charles, not them! They no longer matter!
Is there ever to be any age of happiness?
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Let’s see: “It was the best of times, it was…the BLURST of times?!?” You stupid monkey!
You jock ass!
You ever had jock itch?
I’m tired, and I’m hungry. And my tail’s froze, and my nose is froze, and my ears are froze, and my TOES are froze!
You know? This whole ice age thing is getting old.