Because, Sam? He's the fluggernunkin' man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, fences is failing all over the place!
This drink is better than shex, baby.
Wake up! Wake up! Up you wake! ...hic!
Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charming fludderthunkin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acresh, you know what I'm shayin'? ...hic!
Hey! I's talking to you! Now you's got about ten seconds before those guys see you, and when they do they's gonna kill you, you undershtand? You are about to have a very bad day.
Turn on the heat. It doesn't work, but it makes a very annoying noishe - distracts from the cold.
AK-47. The very best there is. When you absholutely, positively got to kill every thunkerdugger in the room, accept no shubstitutes. ...hic!
I agrees. The Shith would not have returned without us shenshing it.
You wouldn't know Egyptian cotton if the Pharaoh hisself sent it to you, you knockoff-wearing glubbergupper!
I was a Drell. I was a Drifter. I was a Coashter. I was part of The Gang. I was a Bar-Kay... If they come through Texas, I done played with them.
You tell me where my shuit is, woman! We's talkin' about the greater good!
It's very dangeroush, putting them togethers. I don't think the boy can handle it. I don't trusht him.
Enough is enough! I have had it with these hunkerthubbin' shnakes on this flubberguffin' plane! ...hic!
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"Turn on the heat. It doesn't work, but it makes a very annoying noishe - distracts from the cold."
Got that one immediately, though I prefer "nah, I usually just sock 'em in the jaw and yell pop goes the weasel." One of my favourite movies, no question.
And the little ditty about stuffing a gun in his pants.
Me and me sister watch Long Kiss Goodnight togethers every five years or so, and has funs quotifin' at each others. Our favorite?
"Were you born this stupid, or did you take lessons?"
"I took lessons!"
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