You will be seen!
In this house, you’ve got to believe what you can’t see.
Your eyes can deceive you; don’t trust them.
The eyes may lie, the ears mishear, but the nose knows!
You know, you could de-emphasize your nose if you wore something larger, like … Wyoming.
We have to stop the sale of a nuclear bomb. They send in someone who looks like Santa Claus’ fucking wife!
You’re fucked.
So, that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money? 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.
There’s a whole lotta money out there. All I gotta do is put my name on it.
They say money can’t buy happiness? Look at the fucking smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby.
A toast to my big brother George: The richest man in town.
Everyone needs money.
That’s why they call it “money.”
Second prize is a set of steak knives.
First is first, and second is nobody.
Glory lasts forever.
Who are you again?
I haven’t had this much feminine attention in years.
I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.
OHHH! Sweet mystery of life, at last I found you!
I didn’t find your name on the passenger list.