So far, so good.
Lex, my mother lives in Hackensack.
Monty, this is Hackensack, NJ. No scout comes here, you understand that. Trains are going through the outfield right now. But you strike this guy out, I’ll take you with me tonight and get you drunk, that’s a promise.
God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.
“What, exactly, is the function of a Rubber Duck?”
I go up and down!
I’m going up and up and up. And no one’s going to pull me down.
[Uncle Albert had been asked if there is a way to get down from being up in the air]
Uncle Albert : There is a way. And frankly, I don’t like to think of it, because you have to think of something sad.
Mary Poppins : Then do get on with it, please.
Uncle Albert : Let me see… I have the very thing: Yesterday, when the lady next door answered the door, there was a man there, and the man said to the lady, “I’m terribly sorry, I just ran over your cat.”
[Jane and Michael descend from being up in the air]
Jane : Oh, that is sad.
Michael : The poor cat.
Uncle Albert : And the man said, “I’d like to replace your cat.” And the lady said, “That’s all right with me, but how are you with catching mice?”
[then they all burst out laughing and Jane and Michael re-ascend back to the tea table in the air]
But I hate cats!
A cat is not a dog.
Nice try Kitty, but there are a lot of dogs in this world, what are you going to do?
Dog my cats indeed.
“Oh, no, no, Georges, to my Cats!”
Pray for mercy from Puss… in boots.
Mercy is a weakness. I show none. I expect none.
Kneel before Zod!
Next time, try to open your mouth a little wider when you speak.
Now see, we’re sitting down here–ready to negotiate. And you’ve already given up your shit. I’m still a mystery to you. But I know exactly where your white ass is comin’ from. So if I ask if you want some dinner, and you grab an egg roll and started chattin’ down, I’d say to myself “This motherfucker, he’s givin’ out like he ain’t got a care in the world” and who knows? Maybe he don’t. Maybe this fool is such a bad motherfucker. He don’t have to worry about nothin’. He just sits down and watch my motherfuckin’ TV. See? (True Romance)
Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
I’m quietly judging you.