Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying! THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!
Hey, Rexman! Hell of a situation we got here. Two on, two out, you guys trailing by one in the ninth. You got a chance to be a hero on national television… if you don’t blow it. By the way, I saw your wife at the Capri Lounge last night. Hell of a dancer. You must be very very proud. Oh, and that guy she was with? Oh, I’m sure he’s a close personal friend and all, but tell me, what was he doing wearing her panties on his head? [Rexman pops the ball straight up] Uh-oh, Rexy I don’t think this one’s got the distance.
‘Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody’s ever gone the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I’m still standin’, I’m gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren’t just another bum from the neighborhood.
Because you had the talent to become a great fighter, and instead of that, you became a leg-breaker for some cheap, second-rate loan shark!
And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper.
Oh hidy-ho officer, we’ve had a doozy of a day. There we were minding our own business, just doing chores around the house, when kids started killing themselves all over my property.
You’re not doing it on my beat!
I’ve often thought that there should be beauty contests for the insides of bodies.
The interview is the single most important part of the pageant. It counts for 30 percent of your total score.
You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. You know, school, then college, then work, fuck that. And fuck the air force academy. If I wanna fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.
25 years of bitch and beauty queen and what do I get? Fired, they steal my life, they steal my beauty pageant.
You’re not exactly walking out of here empty handed. You got your pension … and I’ll give you this month’s gas money.
Life is long, and when you’ve lived so many years, and you do things, and you don’t think when you’re doing them, that they matter all that much. And then one day you wake up and you realize that you managed quite a bit, and so much so that you can’t even remember all of it.
I am, I am, I am greater than thou art! You don’t know half the things that I forgot.
Well, she got that magna cum laude pussy on her that done fried up your brain!
What, we’re going to quibble over fine points?
She negotiates everything like a goddamn Hollywood agent. Christina, eat your lunch. You are not getting up from this table until you have finished that meat.
It’s only a wafer-thin mint.
Just one… and two more. My beautiful little dolls.
Ya know, I can remember every toy I had as a kid.