The significance of the moth is change. Caterpillar into chrysalis, or pupa, and from thence into beauty. Our Billy wants to change, too.
Kid, you want a ride?
You could have dinner with us… my brother makes good head cheese! You like head cheese?
“Attention. Here’s an update on tonight’s dinner. It was veal. I repeat, veal. The winner of tonight’s mystery meat contest is Jeffrey Corbin who guessed ‘some kind of beef.’”
Hey, I’m hungry. I could eat the ass out of a dead rhinoceros.
It tastes like…cheese sauce. Yum.
Goddamn it, Elias, don’t mess with my pig. I ain’t getting greased on this bush tonight, so you keep this sorry cheese-dick off my ass.
Well, it’s going to take a lot more than fancy talk to keep me up all night crawling around these bushes.
What are you talkin’ about? I got your gun! I got the money! I got everything!
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
Daddy, you have got to come and get me, I’m at Betty’s Bakery and we got homicidal baked goods after us.
I know I’m going to miss her/ A tomato ate my sister.
A tomato can’t move.
Tomato, tomahto.
Let’s call the whole thing off.
What is a yute?
A xenomorph.
The monkey loves that kind of talk.
Madam, I knew Jane Goodall and you are no Jane Goodall.
Oh, Janie Jane! What an amazing discovery! A man with no language, no human behavior…
You’re right, no human being would stack books like this.