I’m charged with guarding the portal to another world, and you’re asking me to just let you through!
Well… May we have your permission?
But tonight you become the next sentinel.
Nobody’s perfect.
That’s just what Jesus said, sir.
Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?
Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
Fuck you. I’m beautiful.
I didn’t hear you swear.
Dirty son of a battle strommy crat!
You speakin’ to me?
Heeey, Ab-bo-ott!
May God grant me the wisdom and grace to be the faithful chronicler of the happenings that took place in a remote abbey in the dark north of Italy. An abbey whose name it seems, even now, pious and prudent to omit.
We have come full circle, Lord. I would like to think there is some higher meaning in this. It certainly would reflect well on You.
I went to empty the garbage and two people blessed me. And then one of them blessed the garbage!
“This is the last year we throw trash.”
“You said that last year.”
“Yeah, but this time I mean it.”
Man, that’s a real shame when folks be throwin’ away a perfectly good white boy like that.
What we crave most in this world is connection.
If Morpheus was right, then there’s no way I can pull this plug. I mean if Neo is the One, then there would have to be some kind of miracle to stop me. Right? I mean how can he be the One if he’s dead?
Us Yellowbeards are never more dangerous than when we’re dead.