Crucifixion?
Ah, no… but that’s very creative!
Come, you try. Sit down. Close eyes. Trust. Concentrate. Think only tree. Make a perfect picture down to last pine needle. Wipe your mind clean of everything but tree. Nothing exists in whole world… only tree. You got it? Open eyes. Remember picture? Make like picture.
Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me.
Would you like another schnitzengruben?
May I offer you a cup of tea?
No drink? You sure? I’m having one.
You sure you want a diet drink? You don’t want something with some sugar in it? You finished? 'Cause that sugarless motherfucker, it’s the last fucking drink you’re ever gonna have!
Chateau Huit, 1923.
“Your presence”, just think of it, Petra
“Is kindly”, it’s at a chateau
“Requested”, etcet’ra, etcet’ra
“Madame Leonora Armf”, oh, no
Hey look, mister, we serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast and we don’t need any characters around to give the joint atmosphere.
Scotch on the rocks… and I MEAN ICE!
I have a drinking problem.
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It’s not my problem. And it’s not your problem. It’s their problem. Your answer isn’t face the wall. It’s out there, where you’ve been working.
Are there any queers in the audience tonight? Get 'em up against the wall!
That one in the spotlight, he don’t look right! Get him up against the wall!
And that one looks Jewish… and that one’s a coon!
Who let all this riff raff into the room?
That one’s smoking a joint! And that one’s got spots!
If I had my way, I’d have all of you shot!
He’s gone mad with power!
It’s alive! Alive!!!
You’ve been mostly dead all day.
When I said he was dead, I was only trying to cushion the blow.
Next time I see him, he’s dead.