Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? FUCK you!
I can’t talk to that guy. I went to private school.
Not only are you forbidden to attend the Halloween dance, but you are the first student in the history of Vernon Academy ever to be banned from Foxfield until, and I quote, “The day you die.”
Come on, let’s dance.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!
Tell me, my friend… you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
If our Lord wasn’t testing us, how would you account for the proliferation, these days, of this obscene rock and roll music, with its gospel of easy sexuality and relaxed morality?
It’s the Pax. The G-23 Paxilon Hydrochlorate that we added to the air processors. It was supposed to calm the population, weed out aggression. Well, it works. The people here stopped fighting. A
I will admit the possibility that I am Robert Porter, if you will admit the possibility that I am from K-PAX. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a beam of light to catch.
His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson.
I’m Batman.
I know you are but what am I?
I’ll explain and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Be a clown, be a clown, all the world loves a clown.
It’s like those little cars in the circus, you know? This tiny red car comes out, hardly big enough for a midget, and it putters around, and suddenly its doors open and out come a thousand clowns, whooping and hollering and raising hell.
You mean, let me understand this cause – ya know maybe it’s me, I’m a little fucked up maybe, but – I’m funny how? I mean, funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I’m here to fuckin’ amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?
Funny ha-ha or funny peculiar?
Now I’m the laughingstock of the entire kingdom!
No one’s gonna laugh at me, Mama.
Why so serious?