I’ll drive this truck off a cliff before I ever go back to Berlin!
My name is Bob Bookman, sir, and I hate truckers.
Madam, just because I drive a truck does not make me a truck driver.
Hey, until you get a little better control over that machinery, I’d suggest you lay off them acrobatics.
Why do you think I always want a two-act? One swings, and the other catches, and nobody comes between them!
And the hits just keep on coming.
Hey, we’re back! That last two seconds of silence was Marcel Marceau’s newest hit single, “Walking In The Wind.”
Dude, what does a mime look like when he’s having sex anyway?
When they finally pulled his body from the twisted, burning wreck, it looked like THIS!
crazy evil face that gave me nightmares as a kid, much to my sister’s amusement
I want you to use all your powers, and all your skills. I don’t want his mother to see him this way. Look how they massacred my boy…
Hey, Stan, you’re in Ala-fuckin’-bama. You come from New York. You killed a good ol’ boy. There is no way this is not going to trial!
You keep coming in with these bright sayings. Why don’t you send 'em into a paper - they pay three dollars apiece.
What are we, girlfriends? Do I give a shit about this? No.
I want us to be friends, Faye. I really do. And we all know that friends don’t hit each other… unless they have to.
If you ask me nicely enough, I just might.
See, you think you’re being nice, but it’s really just self-destructive.
Nice guy? I don’t give a shit. Good father? Fuck you! Go home and play with your kids.
You know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes brass balls to sell real estate. Go and do likewise, gentlemen.
You got leads. Mitch & Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them. You can’t close the leads you’re given, you can’t close shit, you are shit, hit the bricks pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going out.
Dammit, are you boys gonna chase down your leads or are you gonna sit drinkin’ coffee in the one house in the state where I know my boy ain’t at?