It’s not too much, is it?
But people kept on telling me to slow down. You know: “Hey, slow down. Remember, less is more.” And I always said, how can that be? How can less be more? It’s impossible. MORE is more!
Something tells me that an irresistible force has been let loose in New England.
C’est moi!
Beauty-school sure wasn’t as I thought it would be.
Your highlights go green if you leave 'em in too long, love.
Close your mouth, dear.
Close your mouth, Michael. We are not a codfish.
Say “ah” (ah). Say “Ah” (Ah). Say AHHH! (AHHH!) Now spit.
I’m not going to fulfill your fantasies in the dentist chair!
Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.
I mean what’s in a gnome? Because you are blue, my father sees red, and because I am red, I am feeling blue. Oh, at any rate that shouldn’t be the thing to keep us apart, should it?
You seriously think I’m a cop? Cop in a skin-tight red and blue suit?
All right, listen up. I don’t like white people. I hate rednecks. You people are rednecks. That means I’m enjoying this shit.
I hate Illinois Nazis.
Nazis? I hate these guys.
In the past four years the Reich has been forced to spend an enormous amount of time, energy, manpower and equipment hunting down escaping prisoner-of-war officers.
But I got a word of warning for all you would-be-warriors: when you join my command, you take on debt, a debt you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps!
Nihilists… Fuck me… I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.
Snozzwangers? Vermicious Knids? What kind of rubbish is that?