Welcome home, neighbors!
If everything’s ready here on the Dark Side of the Moon, play the five tones.
Look, it’s Cosmo’s moon!
General, the next time you tell me you can get to the Moon, I’ll believe you!
You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal. And yours belongs to ME.
No. You will live, John Constantine. You will live so you will have the chance to prove that your soul truly belongs in hell. Oh, you will live. You will live.
Here our story should really end, for in actual life the forlorn old man would have little to look forward to but death. The author took pity on him, however, and provided quite an improbable epilogue.
Don’t be afraid, Bastian. We are all a part of a never ending story.
I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I’m in a world of shit… yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.
Ask me the questions, bridge-keeper. I’m not afraid.
You ever seen a grown man naked?
What’s the matter, Schrader? You act like you’ve never seen a severed human head on a tortoise before.
You’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.
I was very talkative when I was small. But at age five, I ate a can of pineapple that had expired, and I stopped talking. For that reason, I have very few friends.
One of the lesbians expired.
Not all women are raving bloody lesbians, you know.
I’m in lesbians with you.
I was a better man with you as a woman than I ever was with a woman as a man.
I got a feeling that behind those jeans is something wonderful just waiting to get out.