Oh boy.
Oh boy what?
You’re fucked.
The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.
Next time, Jack, write a goddamn memo.
Kid - the next time I say, ‘Let’s go someplace like Bolivia,’ let’s go someplace like Bolivia.
Who are those guys?
Railroad men… bounty hunters…
You’ve got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know… morons.
Are they ill-tempered?
First of all, keep him out of the light, he hates bright light, especially sunlight, it’ll kill him. Second, don’t give him any water, not even to drink. But the most important rule, the rule you can never forget, no matter how much he cries, no matter how much he begs, never feed him after midnight.
We meant no harm. Filippa and I merely wanted to grant Babette’s wish. We had no idea where it might lead. And now we’ve exposed ourselves to dangerous forces that may bring evil upon us. I can’t even tell you what you may be given to eat and drink.
Just tell me what it is the rat wants to cook.
Willard! There are rats in the basement!
Delbert McClintock, infestation management. Always nice to meet a colleague.
I’ve activated the Squeak Seeker 2000.
This thing is like any intelligence. It needs to grow, to advance. Right now it’s settling somewhere it thinks it’s safe from outside threats. Somewhere its massive appetite for power can be met. But it will want more than that. After a while survival won’t be enough. It will expand, evolve, influence - perhaps the entire world.
The organism is growing at a geometric rate. By all accounts, it’s at least a thousand times its original mass.
But when you’re an overweight child, in a society that demands perfection, your sense of right and wrong, fair and unfair will always be tragically skewed…
[farts]
Tell him about the Twinkie.
Out of the bars and into the streets! Anita Bryant is coming for you!
I’m a princess! P to the R to the IN to the CESS!