English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?
Yes, you know words: tee-tee, tinkle, po-po, wee-wee, kee-kee, poo-poo.
“Oh, Kermie, whisper sweet nothings into my ear.”
“Motorcycle cop.”
“‘Motorcycle cop’ is a sweet nothing?”
“A motorcycle cop is chasing us.”
I wouldn’t sell my bike for all the money in the world. Not for 100 billion-million-TRILLION dollars!
Fixed gear, steel frame, no brakes. The bike cannot coast. The pedals never stop turning. Can’t stop. Don’t want to either.
Well don’t you worry, honey. If they could get a washing machine to fly, my Jimmy could land it.
Rumack: Can you fly this plane and land it?
Ted Striker: Surely you can’t be serious.
Rumack: I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley.
Emergency Transmission. Observation Craft Destroyed. Environment Hostile. Completed Symbiotic Transformation. Rendezvous Third Day Landing Area One.
Perhaps, on your way home, someone will pass you in the dark, and you will never know it… for they will be from outer space.
I’m from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
France. We are from France.
Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?
"Wait, you’re the king? And you never told us
“Look, I’m still the same old guy.”
“But with power!”
Your Majesty, may I present the Sovereign King Mulamboa of Zambei.
And what, in the opinion of Your Highness, is the outlook for friendship among nations?
Listen up! I’m not going to go down as the President who was in office when the world came to an end, so somebody think of something, and think of it fast!
I want the people to know that they still have two out of three branches of the government working for them, and that ain’t bad.
It is with great reluctance that I have agreed to this calling. I love democracy. I love the Republic. Once this crisis has abated, I will lay down the powers you have given me!
You ain’t no Presidential appointee, Elliott. One that hired you is me. You got thirty days.
Come on, Elliott! Go, go, go!