The majority is always sane.
I love him, but don’t try to tell me he’s sane.
He’s seriously crazy. You know that, right?
Lose it… It means go crazy, nuts, insane, bonzo, no longer in possession of ones faculties, three fries short of a Happy Meal, wacko!
“Victor Cachat is not an assassin. Of that, I’m as sure as anything. On the other hand…Sorry, Special Officer Cachat. I think if there’s anyone who’s ever done something simultaneously cold-blooded and crazy, it’s you. Oxymoron or not.”
I’m a warrior, an assassin. I don’t dance.
“FUCK YOU, LADY!”
“Good answer,”
That, Detective, is the right question.
Wrong person to ask.
God’s other son, Colin, who was edited out of the Bible when Jesus got artistic control, is a bit pissed off. Well wouldn’t you be, with your brother stealing the lime-light like that? But now God’s been murdered, and there’s no way Colin’s gonna let the meek inherit the Earth. He’s in charge now.
I think we’re beyond euphemisms, don’t you? God’s a skeeball fanatic.
Ahh, it was probably just a gopher in heat.
Bad news is the heatwave’s not going to let up. It’s expected to hit ninety downtown before nightfall, although weather control keeps promising that rain is on the way. The foul up on the launch pad at terminal eight doesn’t look like it’s gonna clear for another half hour and holiday air traffic is still stacking up over the CBD and all outlying districts. But traffic control promises that if you all keep cool they’ll get you home in time for Christmas. As for the good news - there is NO fucking good news! So let’s just play some music!
There’s lava in the red line. This just came through on the radio. The lava had overtaken a subway train in Macarthur park and completely destroyed it.
Fargo, I have a lava problem right now.
Colton West: Look, you gotta get off the streets. There’s giant spiders everywhere.
Ian: I’d love to help you, but I got shark problems right now.
You might be a big fish in the water but up here I’m the shark.
The shark swam out to his deepest waters and brooded in the old clean currents. He was very hungry that season.
We’re gonna need a bigger boat.
“Oh, my God! It’s a dreadnought!”