Excuse me, I am tired of living a lie. I need it to be known that I like a big girl. In fact, a large, zaftig, voluptuous, full-figured, big-boned, massive-assive honey, that is what gets me going. I like fat women and they like me… big girls need love too, baby!
You’ll look a little lovelier each day.
Your eyes - they fascinate me.
My mother gave them to me.
Your mother’s in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I’ll see that she gets it.
“Now really, you don’t expect me to just walk out that door, do you, sweetheart?”
“Door or window, it’s your choice.”
The Reverend Mother always says, ‘when the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window’.
I hold at your neck a Gom Jabbar. This one kills only animals.
In matters of life and death a man’s vocabulary is almighty small.
When you get to be older, there isn’t a lot left to be frightened of.
Let’s have a seance.
We might contact a poltergeist - which would be extremely destructive and noisy.
Generally you don’t see that kind of behavior in a major appliance.
There’s a zebra in the kitchen.
There’s a girl in the garden. In the garden, there is a girl.
Honey, there’s a spider in your bathroom the size of a Buick.
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In 1954, a Buick was a Buick. It didn’t look like a Chevy, which looks like a Pontiac, which you can’t tell apart from an Olds. Like today…
Porsche. It’s a little too small to get laid IN, but you get laid the minute you get out!
Portia? They named their kid after a car?