You? Who are you?
I’m Batman!
My name’s Forrest. Forrest Gump.
They call me MISTER TIBBS!
My friends call me Murphy. You call me… RoboCop.
When I told you to call me that, I wanted you to mean it.
When you call me that, smile.
Oh, come on! I’m just practicing Southern hospitality!
Well, I wish I was in Dixie.
When you tell somebody somethin’, it depends on what part of the country you’re standin’ in… as to just how dumb you are.
You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
You can’t keep a kid from growing up. All a 13-year-old boy wants is a 13-year-old girl.
Is this a kissing book?
No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, no ritual animal slaughters of any kind.
She was burned as a witch in 1706. They said she danced naked in the town square and enslaved the minister.
Now I gotta cut loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes
Relax! Those pious morons are too busy talking to their phoney-baloney God! How ya doin’? Peace be with you. Praise Jebus.
I give you… The Buddy Christ. Now that’s not the sanctioned term we’re using for the symbol, just something we’ve been kicking around the office, but look at it. Doesn’t it… pop? Buddy Christ…
Should have called him The Dork!
Please, quit being a knucklehead.