Yippie ki yay Master Falcon!
So I’m rappelling down Mount Vesuvius when suddenly I slip, and I start to fall. Just falling, ahh ahh, I’ll never forget the terror. When suddenly I realize “Holy shit, Hansel, haven’t you been smoking Peyote for six straight days, and couldn’t some of this maybe be in your head?”
You’re so bossy you oughta be milked before you come home at night.
I still hear from her occasionally, screaming. I think the dead should shut up, unless there’s something to say.
How about no, you crazy Dutch bastard?
Philosoraptor.
They’d never execute a daddy.
All right, Curly. Enough’s enough. You can’t eat the Venetian blinds. I just had them installed on Wednesday.
Don’t you go tryin to deny it. I told Al and the boys if you shot off your bourbon mouth at that bar and got us in dutch I was going to finish you. I was going to do something about it! Now finish your pie.
You wanna cut my throat, go ahead. You wanna cut my fuckin’ head off and use it for a fuckin’ basketball? You can bowl with the motherfucker for all I care! Just don’t let HIM do it! I don’t wanna get killed by this limey, immigrant JERKOFF! I wanna get killed by an AMERICAN jerkoff!
I hate answering machines for this very reason, you know, they’re like life, you can’t take anything back.
THWACK!
Message for you sir.
We will, sir. Once we kidnap the princess, we can force her father, King Roland, to give us the combination to the air shield, thereby destroying Planet Druidia and saving Planet Spaceballs. Everybody got that?
Yarp.