That’s funny, that plane’s dustin’ crops where there ain’t no crops.
I flew single engine fighters in the Air Force, but this plane has four engines. It’s an entirely different kind of flying, altogether!
From the last plane to the last bullet to the last minute to the last man - we fight.
I must break you.
A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
People do what they want, kid. I don’t tell 'em what to do.
…I’ve been driving this route for 15 years. I’ve brought 'em out here to get that stuff, and I’ve drove ‘em home after they had it. It changes them… On the way out here, they sit back and enjoy the ride. They talk to me; sometimes we stop and watch the sunsets, and look at the birds flyin’. Sometimes we stop and watch the birds when there ain’t no birds. And look at the sunsets when its raining. We have a swell time. And I always get a big tip.
They’re coming! They’re coming!
( there really is a track for this, a 2-fer-in fact…)
What do you think the Devil is going to look like if he’s around? Nobody is going to be taken in if he has a long, red, pointy tail. No, I’m semi-serious here. He will look attractive, and he will be nice and helpful, and he will get a job where he influences a great God-fearing nation and he will never do an evil thing. He will just, bit by little bit, lower standards where they are important. Just coax along flash over substance, just a tiny bit. And he will talk about all of us really being salesmen. And he’ll get all the great women.
I don’t care.
So you said.
I don’t want you.
I don’t need you.
I don’t love you.
Leave me alone.
I’m self-contained.
Just go away.
I’m fickle.
I’m cold.
I’m shallow.
You fill me with inertia.
Don’t get excited.
Save your breath.
Cool it.
I’m not interested.
It’s too much effort.
Don’t you ever leave off?
I’m not available.
::Blows raspberry::
I’ll alert the media.
Stop the presses!
Blue bomb buzzes Metropolis!
Boy Trapped In Refrigerator
Eats Own Foot
- man is handed new pair of bongo sticks *
fraud at polls
You see, boys forget what their country means by just reading The Land of the Free in history books. Then they get to be men they forget even more. Liberty’s too precious a thing to be buried in books, Miss Saunders. Men should hold it up in front of them every single day of their lives and say: I’m free to think and to speak. My ancestors couldn’t, I can, and my children will. Boys ought to grow up remembering that.
Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I want to ask you for the most precious thing you own: your vote.
When we came up with our slogan, ‘We are the People,’ when I said let the people rule, I felt that I was being somewhat overly optimistic. I must tell you that I am more optimistic now than ever before.