Ten million motherfuckers freebasing, and I’m the one who blows up!
Logic clearly dictates that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.
One singular sensation
Every little step she takes.
That’s angel food cake. You touch her and the Food and Drug Administration will get ya for fucking food.
I wish that I could bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles.
It looks like Walt Disney threw up.
“Hey, you know, you never told us why you keep that teddy bear on the front of your truck.”
“Oh, it makes the kids feel more comfortable.”
“Oh yeah? You have kids?”
“No.”
Welcome to Sunnyside, folks. I’m Lots-o-Huggin Bear. But please, call me Lotso.
No matter how big a splash you make in this world whether you’re Corey Feldman, Frankie Muniz, Justin Bieber or a talking teddy bear, eventually, nobody gives a shit.
We’ve pushed and badgered the listeners, we’ve sung to them and screamed at them, we’ve insulted them, cheated them and angered them, turned their homes into a combination grocery store, crap game and midway. Kim, some day, 50 million people are going to just reach out and turn off their radios, snap, just like that - and that’s the end of the gravy.
You know how to whistle, don’t you? You just put your lips together and blow.
Yes, sir, I’ll have a hamburger and a flashlight.
(After waiter asks Jason Robards if he’s ready to order(in a restaurant lit only with a candle on the table-A Thousand Clowns-running right now))
And at one point, I noticed that Grotowski was at the center of one group huddled around a bunch of candles that they’d gathered together. And like a little child fascinated by fire, I saw that he had his hand right in the flame and was holding it there! And as I approached his group, I wondered if I could do it. I put my left hand in the flame, and I found I could it there for as long as I like and there was no burn and no pain. But when I tried to put my right hand in the flame, I couldn’t hold it there for a second. So, Grotowski said, ‘If it burns, try to change some little thing in yourself.’ And I tried to do that - didn’t work.
I was at a party once, and Liddy put his hand over a candle, and he kept it there. He kept it right in the flame until his flesh was burned. Somebody said, “What’s the trick?” And Liddy said, “The trick is not minding.”
What’s happenin’, hot stuff?
A long time I fell. Long I fell, and he fell with me. His fire was about me. I was burned. Ever he clutched me, and ever I hewed him, far under the living earth – until at last, he fled back up the secret ways of Moria. There we fought, above the mists of the world, and the mountain was wreathed with lightning. I threw down my enemy, and his fall broke the mountainside. Then darkness took me… and I wandered far, on roads that I will not tell. Naked, I was sent back for a brief time until my task was done. And it is time I was about it.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to work we go!
Workin’ at the car wash, yeah.
You know what the real tragedy about all this is? I’m not even supposed to be here today!
I need ya, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner, I need your magic.