Run away! Run away!
I’m afraid I’m going to have to be the one to break the news to you, Taffy. I’ve thrown Gater out and started divorce proceedings. I don’t want to seem overly bitter, but I’d appreciate it if you would destroy all of his belongings.
1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I’ve always wanted and now I have it. I rule!
Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery!
Oh, you pretty Chitty Bang Bang! Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang, we love you!
That rotten car is driving me piffy!
Well, a Ferrari would certainly change that.
You’re gonna build a car to beat Ferrari with… a Ford.
Isn’t that the idea? To build a better mouse trap?
Well, I just got tired of you stealing my ideas, Wilson.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Wilson, Wilson, I’m sorry.
Woodrow, that’s the last straw! You’ve got to do something about it. They’ve no right to say such things about you, even to win an election.
When I win the Presidency, we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together… Lots and lots and lots of time. President and advisor. Harmonious and productive. Close and special. You and I.
I have had a vision that I am going to be President of the United States someday. And nobody, and I mean nobody is going to stop me!
“Still no word from Vision?”
“Satellites lost him somewhere over Edinburgh.”
I lost control? Look at you, you’re fucking walking around like John Barrymore! A fucking pink robe and a fucking cigarette holder? I lost control?
His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
I tell you what, kids, it’s, uh, odd thing here. Your wrist, uh, far as I can tell, is, uh, fractured in three places. Uh, and you’ve shattered, uh, two vertebrae, though I can’t be certain without an X-ray… The bone protrusion through the skin - that’s not a good sign. You’re body temperature is below 80, and your, your, your heart’s stopped beating.
“Tell the attending he’s got a puncture in the epigastric area.”
“How the hell could he tell that by looking at his face?”
Shut up! A hooker cut to look like Lana Turner is still a hooker.