I’d fight Gandhi.
Adrian! I did it!
That must be Splinter’s favorite!
Read him a bedtime story.
Lyrics, dude. Recite them some lyrics.
You must remember this:
A kiss is just a kiss;
A sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
“Even though [Schwarzenegger] was not born in this country, his popularity at the time caused the 61st Amendment which states…”
Oh, God, I hope they bring back Elvis!
[in 2016]
Fabian Sawatzki: It’s you. You’re him.
*Adolf Hitler: *I never claimed to be anything else. History repeats itself.
“You’ll be hist-”
“You’ll be hist-”
“You’ll be history!”
History is written by those who have hanged heroes.
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
Open your eyes.
Everybody look around
'Cause there’s a reason to rejoice you see
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes…
[It was sung in Across the Universe.]
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me
I wanna be dirty! Chill me, thrill me, fulfill me
Creature of the night!
Inside me, I’m screaming and yelling and howling like a trapped animal… and nobody pays any attention. If I had arms, I could kill myself. If I had legs, I could run away. If I had a voice, I could talk and be some kind of company for myself. I could yell for help, but nobody would help me.
Bought him a good horse, and traps, and other truck that went with being a mountain man, and said good-bye to whatever life was down there below.