Batting practice tomorrow, be there!
Hey, Buttermaker! Maybe next spring you’ll teach me how to hit.
Jimmy had never asked me to do a hit before, and now he’s asking me to go down to Florida with Andy to make a hit.
Roy, could you imagine if you had driven all the way to Florida and it was closed?
You think we’ll drive all the way to Washington and it won’t be there?
We stole the Statue of Liberty…!
For you were all men once. Clean American air was in your lungs and you breathed it deeply. For it was free and blew across an earth you loved.
Oh a mighty wind’s a blowin’, it’s kickin’ up the sand,
It’s blowin’ out a message to every woman, child and man
Yes a mighty wind’s a blowin’, cross the land and cross the sea,
It’s blowin’ peace and freedom, it’s blowin’ equality.
Blow me.
With that tongue? No way.
The only thing we serve here is tongue!
“Maybe you should complain to the owner.”
“I am the owner.”
How’d he get in here?
Here’s my theory on that. When I was institutionalized, my brain was studied exhaustively in the guise of mental health. I was interrogated, I was x-rayed, I was examined thoroughly. Then, they took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created this model of my mind. Yes! Using that model, they managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next, say, 10 years. Which they then filtered through a probability matrix of some kind to determine everything I was gonna do in that period. So, you see, she knew I was gonna lead the Army of the Twelve Monkeys into the pages of history before it ever even occurred to me! She knows everything I’m ever gonna do before I know it myself! How’s that?
That is why I won’t do two shows a night anymore, I won’t.
It’s a family, the Cavanaugh’s - Ann and William. They’re eating dinner, and they just finish, and their maid comes in and she clears the plates. And they have two children, Betsy and Timmy. And Ann suggests that they all go into the drawing room, where Ann then braids Betsy’s beautiful blonde hair. The husband, he plays chess with Timmy - and then the maid comes in with strawberries and whipped cream, and they all eat a nice dessert. And that’s the act.
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We have a great life here in Alaska, and we’re never going back to America again!
It’s the law up here… the law of the Klondike.
There are rules here? No, there are no rules here.