There are worse things in life than death. If you’ve ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman you know what I mean.
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti …
If no one’s in the kitchen, who’s to see?
'Fraid someone’s gonna steal your ideas and sell 'em to Hollywood, huh?
Can we talk about something other than Hollywood for a change? We’re educated people.
And I say to you gentlemen that this college is a failure. The trouble is we’re neglecting football for education.
We believe that the purpose of science is to serve mankind. You, however, seem to regard science as some kind of dodge… or hustle. Your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable! You are a poor scientist, Dr. Venkman!
So, in the face of overwhelming odds, I’m left with only one option: I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this.
He say good ideya.
He say you Blade Runner.
I’m Batman.
Nobody told me this was a masked affair.
We are followers of Peter the Dressmaker. He was Christ’s tailor.
That’s the second biggest zipper I’ve ever seen!
When I was a boy, I started to hide things in the lining of the garments. Things only I knew were there. Secrets.
We all understood what Vern meant right away. At the beginning of the school year he had buried a quart jar of pennies underneath his house. He drew a treasure map so he could find them again. A week later, his mom cleaned out his room and threw away the map. Vern had been trying to find those pennies for nine months. Nine months, man. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Is it safe?
Keep it secret. Keep it safe.
We know one thing. Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets. He was innocent.
Secrets and lies! We’re all in pain! Why can’t we share our pain? I’ve spent my entire life trying to make people happy, and the three people I love the most in the world hate each other’s guts, and I’m in the middle! I can’t take it anymore!