I think we should leave the happy couple on that note. It’s hard to tell what may happen in the future. But they may live happily ever after. Again, they may not. Be assured of this, though. Wherever the action is, we will be there with ABC’s Wide World of Sports to cover it. Now, on behalf of Nancy and Fielding Mellish and all of the others who have made this possible, this is Howard Cosell thanking you for joining us and wishing you a most pleasant good night.
This instrument can teach, it can illuminate; yes, and it can even inspire. But it can do so only to the extent that humans are determined to use it to those ends. Otherwise it is merely wires and lights in a box. Good night, and good luck.
Listen, uh, why don’t you take this remote instead? It’s got a little more oomph in it.
Because I’d give my soul to take out my brain, hold it under the faucet and wash away the dirty pictures you put there tonight.
My God. I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.
You gotta think about it like the first time you got laid. You just gotta say: “Daddy, are you sure this is right?”
You know, it’s in moments like this that I think of my father’s last words, which were: “DON’T, SON! THAT GUN IS LOADED!”
I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, who said, “… I drank what?”
It is impossible to experience one’s death objectively and still carry a tune
When you sing, you begin with do, re, mi.
Mr. Porter, the song goes so high and so low it’s impossible.
With a song in my heart, I behold your adorable face.
Yes, my child, you did. And you will see her again.
So rude not looking people in the eyes. Come on, sneak a peak.
We’ve got bush! We’ve got bush!
Let me jump to my own conclusions.
Then you jump first.
Kid, the next time I say
let’s go someplace like Bolivia,
let’s go someplace like Bolivia.
Next time.
Ready?
No. We’ll jump.
Like hell we will.
No. It’ll be O.K.
if the water’s deep enough
and we don’t get squished to death.
They’ll never follow us.
How do you know?
Would you jump that
if you didn’t have to?
I have to, and I’m not gonna.
We got to. Otherwise we’re dead.
Come on.
Just one clear shot…
that’s all I want.
I want to fight them!
They’ll kill us.
Maybe.
You want to die?
Do you?
All right, I’ll jump first.
No.
Then you jump first.
No, I said.
What’s the matter?
I can’t swim!
Why, you crazy?
The fall will probably kill you.
Oh-oh…
ohhh…
shiiiit!
What kind of an asshole grows up in Seattle and doesn’t even know how to swim?
It rains nine months a year in Seattle.