“Judge me by my size, would you? And well you should not!”
You’re short, your belly button sticks out too far, and you’re a terrible burden on your poor mother!
Little bang-bang’s never going to match the size of that.
Oh, fuck you and your Irish curse, Chuckie. Like I’d waste my energy spreading my legs for that Tootsie Roll dick? So go home and give it a tug yourself.
You know they either geld a horse with a knife or with chemicals. When your Daddy said “no” to me, I did him the chemical way.
Now I won’t have any organs! It’ll be like having a Barbie doll crotch!
I’ve got an angry inch!
Oh, get over it, will you? I couldn’t rape you if I wanted to. Angels are ill-equipped.
You’re probably a blessing in disguise. Fucking good disguise.
It’s me, don’t you remember? The tomato from upstairs.
Technically sir, tomatoes are fags
That’s the trouble with you Englishmen. You’ve got no balls.
By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you’re interested.
She’s only got one leg.
First… they will torture us in the desert for three days… then… they’ll chop off… our egg rolls.
The sandstorm’ll make it more difficult, won’t it?
Hey buddy- you want my opinion, you’re in the wrong line of work.
Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.
Let’s look at this thing from a… um, from a standpoint of status. What do we got on the spacecraft that’s good?
The radio still works, funny as that may seem… With all this mess, the radio is the only thing really working.