Oh, Dr. Rumack, I’m scared. I’ve never been so scared. And besides, I’m 26 and I’m not married.
I’m glad he’s single because I’m going to climb that like a tree.
“I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come cross a vomit flavored one.”
Eddie, has anyone ever told you you’re bad luck?
Jeepers, what could have possibly happened to you, to turn you into such a sourpuss?
He was drafted.
How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
Anybody ever tell you you look like a little penis with that hat on?
I’ll take my hat off.
That’s one bad hat, Harry.
Imagine you’re a deer. You’re prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water – BAMM!!! A fucking bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya: would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?
We must see he looks his best, you know, when he’s hanged.
They said you was hung!
Everybody’s talking at me. I don’t hear a word they’re saying.
If we do not hang together, we shall most assuredly hang separately!
Indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.
I see you two all the time, you’re thick as thieves, you are.
It was Mungojerrie AND Rumpelteazer, and there’s nothing at all can be done about that!
That’s all I have to say about that.
Every word of it is true!