They want me to close her down, run her out of town. How can I ask her to leave when all I want her to do is stay?
Just give me the short version, how far to Earth?
Right. Well, um, using layman’s terms… Use a retaining magnetic field to focus a narrow beam of gravitons - these, in turn, fold space-time consistent with Weyl tensor dynamics until the space-time curvature becomes infinitely large, and you produce a singularity. Now, the singularity…
Help me out here, Reggie. How far is it to that body?
The man is hurting! He is alone, tired, and he hasn’t seen diddly-squat from anybody down here. Now you’re gonna stand there and tell me that he’s gonna give a damn about what you do to him, if he makes it out of there alive? Why don’t you wake up and smell what you shoveling?
He knows how to play. Itty-bitty-baby-Potter.
I want brain parasites.
You see, the brain itself feels no pain, Clarice, if that concerns you. For example, Paul won’t miss this little piece here, which is the part of the prefrontal lobe which they say is the seat of good manners.
that’s what I think of Gazzo! Now your a big-shot fighter on your way up, you don’t even throw a crumb to your friend Paulie! When I go out and get your meat every morning! You forgot that! Then I even give you my sister, too!
It’s not fuckin’ ladylike to be shoutin’ in the street like this, all right?
The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.
You think beautiful girls are going to stay in style forever? I should say not! Any minute now they’re going to be out! Finished! Then it’ll be my turn!
If we all go for the blonde, we block each other. Not a single one of us is going to get her. So then we go for her friends, but they will all give us the cold shoulder because nobody likes to be second choice. But what if no one goes for the blonde? We don’t get in each other’s way, and we don’t insult the other girls. It’s the only way to win. It’s the only way we all get laid.
Goose, even you could get laid in a place like this.
Hey, I sure wouldn’t mind getting some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?
Yeah, but I still like a piece of pussy once in a while. Ain’t nothing like a piece of pussy, except maybe the Indy 500.
There are only two pieces of pussy you’re gonna get in your entire life: that’s your first and your last.
That ain’t like the good ol’ days when venereal disease was simple. In the good old days, you got gonorrhea, your dick hurt, go get a shot, cleared right up. Then they came out with herpes, you keep that shit forever like luggage. And now they got AIDS, that just kills motherfuckers. I say, what’s next? I guess you just put your dick in and it explodes! And the girl would be on the bed: “Maybe I should see a doctor about it…”
Damn it, man, I’m a doctor, not a torpedo technician!
Sir, Sea Tiger was built to fight. She deserves a better epitaph than ‘Commissioned 1940, sunk 1941, engagements none, shots fired none.’ Now, you can’t let it go that way. That’s like a beautiful woman dying an old maid, if you know what I mean by old maid.