It was the Boogeyman.
Oh, he’s a monster. A pure psychopath.
We scare because we care.
The only thing to fear, is fear himself!
But I’m telling you, and I’m telling everybody at this table that that’s a shark! And I know what a shark looks like, because I’ve seen one up close. And you’d better do something about this one, because I don’t intend to go through that hell again!
You mean that I actually have frickin’ sharks with frickin’ laser beams attached to their frickin’ heads?
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. Because I carry a big stick and I’m the meanest mother fucker in the valley! Two sharks down, Lord! One demon fish to go! Can I get an Amen?
Shit. I know shit’s bad right now, with all that starving bullshit, and the dust storms, and we are running out of french fries and burrito coverings. But I got a solution.
Ah. Enough of this talk of plots and scenarios. Uh, join me in a cup of coffee, would you?
“A venti is a large coffee.”
“Really? Says who? Fellini? Do you accept lira or is it all euros now?”
He says you are very beautiful, Señora, and he is ashamed to ask five American dollars for this picture, but if he does not, his father will beat him.
Buddy, before you join the jubilation of my being beaten again you should remember that people vote not out of love but fear. They don’t teach that at Sunday school or the Whitier Community Playhouse.
As long as I am unable to exercise my constitutional right to vote, I do not have command of my own life, I can not determine my own destiny, for this determined for me by people who rather see me suffer than succeed.
It is unavoidable. It is your destiny. You, like your father, are now… mine.
All that I have, all that I’ve learned, everything I feel… all this, and more, I… I bequeath you, my son. You will carry me inside you, all the days of your life. You will make my strength your own, and see my life through your eyes, as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father, and the father the son. This is all I… all I can send you, Kal-El.
A man is supposed to take care of his family. You live in my house, feed your belly with my food, put your behind on my bed because you’re my son. It’s my duty to take care of you, I owe a responsibility to you, I ain’t got to like you! Now, I gave everything I got to give you! I gave you your life!
You mean I’m gonna STAY this color?
Why can’t we pick our own colors?
It can’t stop at once, because it’s in you, and you can’t stop something that’s inside you.
You still don’t understand what you’re dealing with, do you? The perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.