This guy next to me is doing something very weird in his raincoat.
Explain? What I’m doing in the bushes with a little boy? With my hands in his pockets? They’d give me 10-20 years.
What has it got in its pockets?
Jack says you’ve got a great big cock.
Jack? Jack! Wake up, you lazy good for nothing!
I don’t know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this.
You’re gonna need a bigger boat…
But it seems to me… that a ship like that one, makes this one here seem a bit superfluous, really.
Please tell me we are taking this boat to a bigger boat.
Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head
Hi, Bobby, you’re somewhere out there, on the deep blue goddamn sea, and I’m writing this on a box two semi-down pillows, that I secretly bought for us at Penny’s, and I’m smiling at myself because the surprise I have in store for you… I’m talking removal, from our dungeons in the Crow’s Nest… to our own place… It’s no great shakes but… but ya gotta begin with a baby shake… right? Forever love Bobby… I’m in this for the long run…
You know what they say about these waters: if the Jamaican pirates don’t get you, it’ll be the cold embrace of the sea. And that’s no lover’s kiss.
Do me a favor, will you? Keep away from the windows. Somebody might…blow you a kiss.
That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.
Because yesterday… she didn’t. But today… she does.
I’ll have what she’s having…
He asks if you want a drink. You smile and say, ‘Vodka soda.’ If you already have a drink, you down it.
A medium dry martini, lemon peel, shaken, not stirred.
Vodka?
Of course.
What I’m trying to say is: I’m not a drinker; I’m a drunk.
It shrinks my liver, doesn’t it, Nat? It pickles my kidneys, yeah. But what it does it do to the mind? It tosses the sandbags overboard so the balloon can soar.