You watch your ass.
Yeah, but we took one dip into spaceballs and I figured, what the hell.
“Ah! A BULLSHIT artist!”
And I’m sure he appreciates you choosing not to go with the other half of his username.
I’m glad that our children got to hear that bit of authentic Frontier Gibberish.
Throw out your hands!!
Stick out your tush!!
Hands on your hips
Give them a push!!
You’ll be surprised
You’re doing the French Mistake!!
Pies! Get your pies for the Big Pie Fight!
They lose me right after the bunker scene.
Da camptown ladies sing this song,
do da, do da
life long lurker… new poster.
Maybe it is the continued absence that makes it the most obvious, but I can’t believe this has gone on for this long without this one… (okay, I’ll use the original so as not to cause any bad mojo)
Gold Hat: Hola, senor. We are Federales. You know, the mounted police.
Dobbs: If you’re the police, where are your badges?
drum roll…
Gold Hat: Badges? We ain’t got no badges! We don’t need no badges. I don’t have to show you any stinkin’ badges!
The punch line is best used with a group of 15 or more ( in unison ) starting a tour of a medium security area. I thnk the rent-a-cop almost cried.
…and Methodists!!