He’s the Wiz, Jerry - and nobody beats him!
Yeah, you better give me the insurance. Because I’m gonna beat the hell out of this car.
I would describe it as…restrained jubilation
Giddyup
My last job was in publishing. I got fired for having sex in my office with the cleaning woman.
We’re collectors. We see things of great beauty, and we must have them.
It’s going in the vault.
You can’t eat this soup standing up. Your knees buckle.
Look at the cute little bastard!
The most expensive invitations are in the front of the book.
:: kathump ::
The cup’s round, the jar’s round, why don’t they call it Roundtine?
Oh, you may stray, but you’ll always return to your dark master–the cocoa bean.
Now you know how I feel.
The dark continent is no place for an addict, Elaine.
Then I managed to open up the door and I kicked him out the door, ya know, with my foot, ya know, at the next stop.
I’d be glad to, Elaine… but first I must see that hat.
It combines the spirit of old Mexico with a little big city panache. I like to call it the Urban Sombrero.
Who?! Who doesn’t want to wear the ribbon??!
I come in here, I listen to you, I feel better. Your misery is my pleasure.
(I remember that episode very well, because)
“That’s when I began my affair with Mohandas”.
Elaine: What?
Mrs. O: Mohandas.
Elaine: Gandhi?
Mrs. O: Oh, the passion. The forbidden pleasure–
Elaine: You had an affair with Gandhi?
Mrs. O: He used to dip his bald head in oil and rub it all over my body.
Here, look… [shows Elaine a picture of the two together]
Elaine: Oh, my God… The Mahatma?