She’ll stay where she is, and you’ll die in the lion pit!
I wanna prove to my dad that I’m a real lion.
I don’t need a spear. It’s only a small lion.
Imposerous!
Inconceivable!
Whoa ho ho! You kiss your mother with that mouth?
A boy’s best friend is his mother.
Yeah, and don’t even get me started about Oedipus.
I only know that he was my little Alan - and then the devil came.
It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you’re sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
I really regret opening my mouth and talking to you.
If I didn’t have puke breath, I’d kiss you.
All right, but you’re so damned ugly.
I love your funny face.
You look like Freddy Krueger face-fucked a topographical map of Utah.
You know, you look like your head fell in the cheese dip back in 1957. You? you’re okay. This one? Real fucking ugly! You see, I take these glasses off, she looks like a regular person, doesn’t she, huh? I put 'em back on – formaldehyde face! You know what you need? You need a Brazilian plastic surgeon, that’s what you need!
Information Transit got the wrong man. I got the right man. The wrong one was delivered to me as the right man, I accepted him on good faith as the right man. Was I wrong?
What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care?
You have a gift for words.
I’m smart! Not like everybody says…