When you grow up, your heart dies.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I never saw true beauty till this night.
And on a dark cold night, under full moonlight, he flies into the fog like a vulture in the sky! And they call him, Sandy Claws!
To the ships at sea who can hear my voice, look across the water, into the darkness. Look for the fog.
That concludes our broadcast day. This is Lowell Winchell signing off. Good night, America, and all the ships at sea.
Well, I’ll give him another twenty minutes, but that’s it!
Tick-tock, doc.
It was the watch that led him to me, wasn’t it? Huh? It seemed a little hammy to me to build a bomb out of my precious retirement gift, but, you know, I figured a sign that said “Howard Payne” would be pushing it.
This watch. This watch was on your daddy’s wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch it’d be confiscated, taken away. The way your dad looked at it, that watch was your birthright. He’d be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy’s birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Thank you.
Thank you for smoking.
Antoine got a little hot under the collar.
You see that glow flashing in the corner of your eye? That’s your career dissipation light. It just went into high gear.
That’s pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
…she can’t make it. she can’t think. she can’t mix with her own kind… She can’t do anything the wild animals do to survive. You’ve done too good a job on her. You’ve made her tame. It’s too late to try to let her go wild now. All we’re doing is making her miserable, torturing her. How could you be so cruel?
(Born Free-on Elsa not being able to survive in a pride of free range lions)
And everybody’s okay with this? Did I miss something?
No, man. I’m pretty fucking far from okay.
I can’t breathe.
That’s because I’m choking you!
Come on, spit it out!