OOC: Isn’t that supposed to be, “I don’t give a damn”?
BIP:
This son of a bitch is throwing a two-hit shutout. He’s shaking me off. You believe that shit? Charlie, here comes the deuce. And when you speak of me, speak well.
You trying to say Jesus Christ can’t hit a curveball?
The “I don’t care” version is the one that appears in the movie The Naughty Nineties, filmed in 1945.
Back in play:
“He can do anything.”
Give me a ping, Vasili. One ping only, please
One’s too many an’ a hundred’s not enough.
After what happened to Luther, I don’t think I can get more than two, three hundred guys.
Jimmy, how did Luthor get out of prison?
Even with all this accumulated knowledge, when will these dummies learn to use a DOOR KNOB?
Whoops. Broke your 335-year-old doorknob.
He broke my father’s museum. It was my father’s only museum! What have you done, Ted? What…have you done?
I’m a baaaaad boy.
I expected something a little better from you, a man of your education.
Yes, well, apparently you were a little… drunk at your tutorial today.
Everyone who drinks is not a poet. Some of us drink because we’re not poets.
We weren’t a Greek organization. We were romantics. We didn’t just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned, and Gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
Oh, what interesting china. It looks like young men playing leap frog.
There is no way I am kissing a frog and eating a bug on the same day.
Oooh, the little cream-filled kind! CHOMP
A second family of hogs just moved out of these britches. (The Outlaw Josie Wales)
I bet you can squeal like a pig. Weeeeeeee!