Help, help, I’m bein’ repressed!
You’re gonna hack it or pack it!
All right, all right, everybody just calm down.
Why don’t you make me?
I bet you can squeal like a pig. Weeeeeeee!
Isn’t that just like a wop? Brings a knife to a gunfight!
That’s not a knife.
(Crocodile Dundee pulls out a large Bowie knife)
THAT’S a knife!
Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change!
When you kill a man with a knife, you’re close enough to smell him!
You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me?
Then who the hell else are you talking… you talking to me? Well I’m the only one here.
Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? OK.
Be … GOOD!
You should give him his dignity. This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.
This man may look like an idiot, this man may talk like an idiot, this man may act like an idiot. But don’t let that fool you. He IS an idiot!
What the fuck is that?
Monsters, John. Monsters from the Id.
Every story you’ve ever heard about vampires, werewolves, or aliens, is the system assimilating some program that’s doing something they’re not supposed to be doing.
And so those mindless beasts of the subconscious had access to a machine that could never be shut down. The secret devil of every soul on the planet all set free at once to loot and maim. And take revenge, Morbius, and kill!
That’s the plan.
Alright, boys. You know what to do.
My name’s Pitt. And your ass ain’t talkin’ your way out of this shit.