How come I wasn’t invited?
'Cause you’re a whore, Belle.
I might be; but at least I ain’t a cheap one.
I understand you have taken exception to my calling you whores. I’m sorry. I apologize. I ask you to note that I did not call you callous-ass strumpets, fornicatresses, or low-born gutter sluts. But I did say “whores.” No escaping that. And for that slip of the tongue, I apologize.
Ya know, you see a girl a couple of times a week, just for laughs, and right away they think you’re gonna divorce your wife. Now I ask you, is that fair?
So you propose, that in spite demonstrable infidelity on your part, your unoffending wife should be tossed out on her ear.
For starters.
You mean like he could start a fire with his thoughts?
Now it’s gaahbage.
What an incredible smell you’ve discovered.
Before it smelled like puke. Now it smells like someone puked in a gardenia patch.
(Your quote above is one of my personal faves, Leo Bloom!)
1st guest: Fish for dinner last night?
2nd guest: Phewww… Harvey still smoking those cigars?
3rd guest: CHRIST! Did a cow shit in here?
My name’s Lime, Harvey Lime.
Bond. James Bond.
Get three coffins ready.
What? Are gringos falling from the sky?
“Okay… let’s just say that I get a little flustered when I’m hurling through space and… what happens if I pull the red one first?”
“Oh, well then neither chute will open. You’ll end up on the ground looking like a well-done chili burger. They’ll have to shovel you into a coffin!”
“It’s not very comfortable, is it?”
flips up the lever “Are you going to complain the whole way?”
“Oh go on then, eject me. See if I care.”
Ejector seat? You’re joking!
Keep your seat. Now, I know what you’re going to say, but the fact is, you’ve been making us all look bad!
Ladies, you’re on the wrong floor. Third floor is the beauty pageant.
Don’t look at me, I’m hideous!