You must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle.
Look, whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk?
Tha-tha-tha-tha-that’s all, folks!
Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare: the war against the Machines.
There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.
Nature is overrated.
After I lost myself in the wilderness of my grief, I found my own way out of the woods.
Saigon… shit; I’m still only in Saigon… Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the jungle.
Me, Tarzan.
I’m taking the jungle trail.
–Why, you wouldn’t follow that beast alone?
Someone’s got to stay on his trail while it’s hot!
[* kong. To TPTB: may suggest adding quick cite? cuz so much sounds so cool Id like to check it out; plus it’s funny if the source clashes out of context. *]
I will sort this out. I will kill the lion, and I will build the bridge.
PM’d OP with this.
You know why? Out of respect. [goodfellas]
Take these papers to Helen Lawson, and don’t give her any of that “I loved you when I was a child” crap, or she’ll stab you in the back.
And there’s someone else inside, but I, I, I don’t know who it is. The head is missing!
No, you must believe me. It was a horseman, a dead one. Headless.
I’m not dead yet.
He’s dead, Jim.
I am Spartacus.
Joey, do you like movies about gladiators?