A few months ago, Gary got his first boner. You know what that is? Aw, great! Anyway, since then, he’s been… uh… slappin’ the salami. No offense. Apparently, he’s goin’ for a world record.
Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get
Bigger every day
Thank you for coming back to me.
I knew that divorce was too good to last!
I think about you… and I think about myself and about the future.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
This is the single worst day of my entire life!
Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.
I love ya, Tomorrow. You’re only a day away.
Oh. Where you going?.. Oh, you men are all alike. Seven or eight quick ones and then you’re out with the boys to boast and brag. YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. Oh… I think I love him.
If you are going to eat a sandwich, you would just enjoy it more if you knew no one had fucked it.
I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
Hel-lo! What do you think you’re doing? Only me and Garth get to talk to the camera.
My country send me to United States to make movie-film. Please, come and see my film.
People need to see this, you know? It’s gonna be important. People are going to watch this.
We’re millionaires, boys! I’ll share it with of you!
There’s more to life than a little money, you know. Don’tcha know that? And here ya are, and it’s a beautiful day. Well. I just don’t understand it.
He say, “Guud idea.”
One day, they brought in a tail gunner who’d been wounded by antiaircraft in a raid over Germany. A splinter of steel had lodged in his brain and all he could say was his name: “Garp.” For medical reasons I couldn’t understand, he also had a constant erection. He deteriorated steadily. Until one day, all he could say was part of his name: “Arp.” It was then that I knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. His erections continued, however, quite unabated. He was dying. I wanted a child. It was a good way to have one without the bother of a husband around who had legal rights to my body. So, one night at work, when the wounded and maimed were all asleep, I went to him. He was asleep. But his erection was there, as always. I removed my undergarments and climbed on top of him. He woke up then. He said the only word other than his name that I ever heard him utter. He said: “Good.” It didn’t take very long, and that once was all that was needed.