Look Marty, the only thing that counts is that stuff you take to the bank, that filthy buck that everybody sneers at, but slugs to get.
You know, Burke, I don’t know which species is worse. You don’t see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.
You have fought bravely. You have kept your honor.
Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus. The Post Office has delivered them. Therefore the Post Office Department, a branch of the Federal Government, recognizes this man Kris Kringle to be the one and only Santa Claus.
I’ve always had a thing for Santa Claus. In case you didn’t notice. It’s like some deep-seeded childhood thing.
If Higbee thinks I’m working one minute past 9:00, he can kiss my foot. Ho ho ho.
I’m gonna need you to go ahead come in tomorrow. So if you could be here around 9 that would be great, mmmk?
Shut the fuck up, Donny.
Don’t you EVER use that tone of voice with me, missy. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO? I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna MARCH yourself UPSTAIRS to your room and you will STAY THERE until I tell you to come out.
Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
Tough monkey. Guys like you end up in the stockade sooner or later. Some day you’ll walk in; I’ll be waiting. I’ll show you a couple of things.
Oh, yeah. 40-foot monkey causing unintentional widespread panic? Seen it.
Be nice.
Suzie… Be good.
Be excellent to each other.
Kill one of them. I don’t care which.
You do realize that I’m management now, right? I’m not service anymore, John, so I don’t go around shooting people in the head.
Get its head up. Get its head up. Roger, get its head up, man!
Mommy’s going to the beauty parlor, darling, but I’m leaving you with your favorite friend, Roger. He’s going to take very, very good care of you, because if he doesn’t… HE’S GOING BACK TO THE SCIENCE LAB.
Roger Murdock: Flight 2-0-9’er, you are cleared for take-off.
Captain Oveur: Roger!
Roger Murdock: Huh?
Tower voice: L.A. departure frequency, 123 point 9’er.
Captain Oveur: Roger!
Roger Murdock: Huh?
Victor Basta: Request vector, over.
Captain Oveur: What?
Tower voice: Flight 2-0-9’er cleared for vector 324.
Roger Murdock: We have clearance, Clarence.
Captain Oveur: Roger, Roger. What’s our vector, Victor?
Tower voice: Tower’s radio clearance, over!
Captain Oveur: That’s Clarence Oveur. Over.
Tower voice: Over.
Captain Oveur: Roger.
Roger Murdock: Huh?
Tower voice: Roger, over!
Roger Murdock: What?
Captain Oveur: Huh?
Victor Basta: Who?