Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster’s Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
For a gallon of elderberry wine, I take one teaspoon full of arsenic, then add half a teaspoon full of strychnine, and then just a pinch of cyanide.
Well, anything worth having is worth suffering for, isn’t it? … You see, the world looks so dirty to me when I’m not drinking.
I’m not a drinker; I’m a drunk.
I never drink… wine.
There was a time… when I… fed from golden chalices. But now… Don’t look at me that way!
He chose … poorly.
Vewy well! I shall… welease… Bwian!
Brian Piccolo died of cancer at the age of 26. He left a wife and three daughters. He also left a great many loving friends who miss and think of him often. But when they think of him, it’s not how he died that they remember - but how he lived. How he did live!
Life! Do you hear me? Give my creation… Life!
Life? Don’t talk to me about life!
It’s my life. Don’t you understand? IT’S MY LIFE!
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.
Wait, were you expecting me to kiss you? We just met!
Is this a kissing book?
I HAVE READ THIS BOOK!
[sub]I did not understand one word.[/sub]
Your books are safe. While you’re reading them, you get to become Tarzan or Robinson Crusoe.
This is not the world John. Just the edge of it.
Well, if there’s a bright center to the universe, you’re on the planet that it’s farthest from.
This is an emergency from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner, en route to the Tangiers system with commercial passengers on board. We’ve been knocked out of our shipping lane and entering a planetary body in the following position: X 35/8, Y 98/5, Z 21/6.