Can I borrow your underpants for ten minutes?
You ever seen a grown man naked?
Conn, aye. All right, Ryan, we just unzipped our fly.
No, Helene and Andre believed in the sacredness of life. They wouldn’t harm anything… not even a fly.
They know I can’t move a finger, and I won’t. I’ll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do… suspect me. They’re probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I’m not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching… they’ll see. They’ll see and they’ll know, and they’ll say, “Why, she wouldn’t even harm a fly…”
Ah, you are not accused… you are ex-cused!
Ex-squeeze me?
…being a fucking boy scout. But lately I’ve been seeing it differently. Now I think moral fiber’s about finding that one thing you really care about. That one special thing that means more to you than anything else in the world. And when you find her, you fight for her. You risk it all, you put her in front of everything, your life, all of it. And maybe the stuff you do to help her isn’t so clean. You know what? It doesn’t matter. Because in your heart you know, that the juice is worth the squeeze. That’s what moral fiber’s all about.
You’re a sick man, Rico.
It’s there all the time, driving me out to wander the streets, following me, silently, but I can feel it there. It’s me, pursuing myself! I want to escape, to escape from myself! But it’s impossible. I can’t escape, I have to obey it. I have to run, run… endless streets. I want to escape, to get away! And I’m pursued by ghosts. Ghosts of mothers and of those children… they never leave me. They are always there… always, always, always!, except when I do it, when I… Then I can’t remember anything. And afterwards I see those posters and read what I’ve done, and read, and read… did I do that? But I can’t remember anything about it! But who will believe me? Who knows what it’s like to be me? How I’m forced to act… how I must, must… don’t want to, must! Don’t want to, but must! And then a voice screams! I can’t bear to hear it! I can’t go on! I can’t… I can’t…
There is a ghost in the house!
Sometimes, shit happens, somebody’s gotta deal with it, and who ya gonna call?
Call me irresponsible, call me unreliable
“Write down my number: 555-6321 Got it?”
“Yeah…wait a minute! 555 isn’t a real number. They only use that in the movies.”
“No shit, honey. What do you think this is? Real life?”
I’m in love with a man - Plaza Oh- Double four- Double Three. What a perfect relationship - I can’t see him, he can’t see me!
Pennsylvania six five thousand
Oops. I’m so sorry. Wow! You’ve got great reception here.
We don’t know the first thing about what goes on in a television station.
Since this show is the only thing I had going for me in my life, I’ve decided to kill myself. I’m going to blow my brains out right on this program a week from today. So tune in next Tuesday. That should give the public relations people a week to promote the show. You ought to get a hell of a rating out of that. 50 share, easy.
The news lady’s turned into a werewolf!