Yes, it’s true. This man has no dick.
Break it up! Hey, break this up! Break it up!
It’s broken in half!
You wanna throw up here, or you wanna throw up in the car?
And you don’t want us exposing ourselves!
You ain’t heard nothin’ yet!
King Kong ain’t got shit on me !
You won’t have eyes tonight; you won’t have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf, and dumb, and all the dead will know: This is Hector. The fool who thought he killed Achilles.
I pity the fool!
And I will destroy any man who tries to take what I got!
I don’t know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you’re trying to pull here but Asia, Jack, is **my **territory. So whatever you’re thinking, you’d better think again. Otherwise I’m gonna have to head down there and I will rain down in a Godly fucking fire storm upon you ! You’re gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I’m talking about a scorched earth, motherfucker ! I will massacre you ! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!
La de dah.
Well, fiddle-de-de!
There you go, hiding behind a smokescreen of bourgeois cliches.
For me, bullshit is like breathing.
Do you believe that my being stronger or faster has anything to do with my muscles in this place? Do you think that’s air you’re breathing now?
It’s not enough to be stronger, faster, and better-looking than the other guys. The guys I’m after are Lex Fucking Luthor. If I’m gonna fight the Joker, I gotta have a Batmobile.
Best damn car on the lot.
That cigarette lighter don’t work.
He vould have an enormous schwanzstucker.