It’s like this: you wake and watch TV, get in your car and listen to the radio you go to your little jobs or little school, but you don’t hear about that on the 6 o’clock news, why? 'Cause nothing is really happening, and you go home and watch some more TV and maybe it’s a fun night and you go out and watch a movie. I mean it’s got so bad that half the people on TV, inside the TV, they’re watching TV. What are these people watching, people like me?
We accept the reality of the world with which we’re presented. It’s as simple as that.
I wake up happy, feeling good… but then I get very depressed, because I’m living in reality.
Why oh why didn’t I take the blue pill?
It looks like a perfectly healthy green dog.
I can bite. I have rabies, but I can only do so much.
You know, I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I’m a rather brilliant surgeon. Perhaps I can help you with that hump.
I have an M.D. from Harvard, I am board certified in cardio-thoracic medicine and trauma surgery, I have been awarded citations from seven different medical boards in New England, and I am never, ever sick at sea. So I ask you; when someone goes into that chapel and they fall on their knees and they pray to God that their wife doesn’t miscarry or that their daughter doesn’t bleed to death or that their mother doesn’t suffer acute neural trama from postoperative shock, who do you think they’re praying to?
I’m a god. I’m not THE God… I don’t think.
I don’t like to brag, but if I appeared to you just as God—how I really am, what I really am—, your mind couldn’t grasp it.
What does God need with a starship?
“Did you really think you could destroy this ship? She’s defied space and time. She’s been to a place you couldn’t possibly imagine. And now… it is time to go back.”
“I know. To hell.”
You really have gone where no man’s gone before. Can’t you tell me what it felt like?
I felt like they were all taking me in their arms and holding me. It’s like when you put your hands on me. Only it was - double, triple.
Schwing! Oddie-Oddie-Oddie-Oddie-Oddie! Uggghh!
We’ve got bush!
She’s got nothin’ on underneath.
Just panties. What else do I need?
If you think you’re gonna’ get back in my panties, forget it. There’s one asshole in there already.
Them panties. Take 'em off.
I haven’t had a woman prisoner… in a long time.