You know who I am. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
I’m Batman.
Wolverine: Hey! It’s me.
Cyclops: Prove it!
Wolverine: You’re a dick.
Cyclops: Okay.
If this is the best they’ve got around here, in six months we’ll be running this planet.
Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction i’ll give you that one.
It’s a limited slip differential which distributes power equally to both the right and left tires. The '64 Skylark had a regular differential, which, anyone who’s been stuck in the mud in Alabama knows, you step on the gas, one tire spins, the other tire does nothing.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious shit.
I’m speaking as a mathematician, not as a friend.
Friends? Friends slow down, they even stop.
You’ve got a friend in me.
Do you have a girlfriend? I could be your girlfriend, if you want. I think about you when I go to the bathroom.
Jeez. Doesn’t anyone fucking knock any more?
Now, now, don’t be bitter.
Fuck you, Fuckball.
Language.
I am fluent in over six million forms of communication.
While there are now one hundred and ninety one nations represented, one hundred and forty more than there were in nineteen forty five, you’ll only be required to learn the word “peace” in the six languages spoken on the General Assembly floor.
Now all I can say is shalom. Shalom, Vern.
You know, I had a novena said for me once. I asked to wake up gorgeous.
Honey, you got reeeal ugly!