I’m Batman.
Mel? God? Neely?.. NEEEEEEELYYY O’HARAAAAAAAA!
Now all I have to teach you is one word - everything.
You must unlearn what you have learned.
We will empty your mind as you would your pockets.
[sorry, and this applies to all such queries…if I truly don’t get the track, here, unless “Hellboy” gives it, which I still don’t get but I only get one chance, all that need be supplied is a word or two hint, not so much the title, unless that gives me an obvious headsmack. If it’s a Chinese/laundry/Jack Nicholson/Irish Mafia, or whatever the heck sparked you, I try my best, but if I can’t even see it in the words, at least, that’s when I query. Just for more fun. For others too, I think.
Carry on.
]
Technically speaking, the operation is brain damage, but it’s on a par with a night of heavy drinking. Nothing you’ll miss.
Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, the burden of your failed and useless lives. But, as my plastic surgeon always said, “If you gotta go, go with a smile!”
You’re never fully dressed without a smile.
Smile, you son of a bitch!
When you call me that, smile.
Now you just gotta learn how guys talk. You just listen to the way Martin and I banter it back and forth. You OK? You’re ready?
There’s something in your voice that’s so right for selling cheese.
I’m not sure I agree with you a hundred percent on your police work, there, Lou.
“There was evidence she used barbiturates.”
“Brilliant detective work. There were pills all over the place.”
I know what you’re thinking, 'cause right now I’m thinking the same thing. Actually, I’ve been thinking it ever since I got here: Why oh why didn’t I take the blue pill?
–Mr. Blue is dead?
–Dead as Dillinger.
They say you’re the man who shot him.
Oh, Paulie … won’t see him no more.
And that’s all I have to say about that.