Hold onto your shells!
It’s such a fine line between stupid and clever.
This one’s for your warden!
Only guilty man in Shawshank.
“Boss. Saw me a mouse go by.”
“Can’t put anything over on you.”
Why do you keep looking over there for? Look at me.
Your eyes are getting heavy. You are getting sleepy… sleepy…
Well, I think I’ll get saddled up and go looking for a woman. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of days. I’m not picky. As long as she’s smart, pretty, and sweet, and gentle, and tender, and refined, and lovely, and carefree…
You know, you are sexually notorious.
Luckily, I was able to interpret these feelings correctly: Loss of essence. I can assure you it has not recurred, Mandrake. Women sense my power, and they seek the life essence. I do not avoid women, Mandrake…but I do deny them my essence.
Hey Stifler, how’s the man chowder?
I don’t know what to say.
You look so beautiful and peaceful, you almost look dead. And I’m glad, because there’s something I want to say that’s always been very difficult for me to say: “I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.” There. I’ve never been relaxed enough around anyone to say that.
Whoa, what did I tell you about talking 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?
Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder?
It’s a recipe for disaster.
I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to chew on your neck!
I’ve drained you to the point of death. If I leave you here, you’ll die. Or you can be young always, my friend, as we are now. But you must tell me – will you come, or no?
“A creature that gestates inside a human host, and has concentrated acid for blood.” These are your words.