I do believe in spooks. I do believe in spooks.
Whatever you do, don’t go into that spooky island castle.
Have fun storming the castle!
Calcifer, move the castle sixty miles west. And while you’re at it, make hot water for my bath.
Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction, 'cause I don’t.
This job would be great if it wasn’t for the fucking customers.
Fuck me, Santa! Fuck me, Santa! Fuck me, Santa!
Mary Class: Dad. I’d tell you what to do with this stocking, but I don’t want to end up on the naughty list. Wait. I’m in charge of the naughty list. Here’s your stocking. Stuff it.
(Santa Baby)
Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas?
Next to me in the blackness lay my oiled blue steel beauty. The greatest Christmas gift I had ever received, or would ever receive. Gradually, I drifted off to sleep, pranging ducks on the wing and getting off spectacular hip shots.
Get off my lawn!
Wax on, wax off.
That’s shit. And this: shinola.
He called that shit poop!
Goddammit, I’d piss on a spark plug if I thought it’d do any good!
Tell him I piss on him and his whole country – and his daimyo.
I farted once on the set of Blue Lagoon!
So can a rat.
To Ratigan, the world’s greatest rat! Hic!
That’s not a rat, that’s my ferret.