Well, we’re safe for now. Thank goodness we’re in a bowling alley.
You brought the fuckin’ Pomeranian bowling?
This is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.
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I’ve seen an agent punch through a concrete wall; men have emptied entire clips at them and hit nothing but air. Yet, their strength, and their speed, are still based in a world that is built on rules. Because of that, they will never be as strong, or as fast, as you can be.
Next time, Jack, write a goddamn memo.
Didn’t you get the memo?
Yeah. I got the memo. And I understand the policy. And the problem is just that I forgot the one time. And I’ve already taken care of it so it’s not even really a problem anymore.
If you don’t follow the rules here, then what are we?
Commodore Schrepke: This is insane!
Captain Finlander: Now don’t worry, Commodore. The Bedford’ll never fire first. But if he fires one, I’ll fire one.
Ensign Ralston: [launching the rocket] Fire One!
How about Global Thermonuclear War?
That doesn’t sound nice coming from a nurse, does it?
The new small talk, you do it so awfully well.
I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Rodents of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist.
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
There is a legend about you. That once you were asked to deny the faith, and they tied up seven priests and shot them, shot them before your eyes. And still you would not deny the faith. Is that story true?
Sometimes the truth isn’t believable. But that doesn’t mean
that it’s not true.
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Oh, it’s twoo! It’s twoo!
AND THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE! My client lied about her age! She was only 17 when she got married, which makes her a minor. And in the great state of California, no minor can enter into any legal contract without parental consent.
“Seriously, what do you see in that guy?”
“He makes me laugh.”