Quotes:Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.
In the months leading up to my wedding, I was thinking about you all the time. I mean, even on my way there; I'm in the car, a buddy of mine is driving me downtown and I'm staring out the window, and I think I see you, not far from the church, right? Folding up an umbrella and walking into a deli on the corner of 13th and Broadway. And I thought I was going crazy, but now I think it probably was you.
When I was here, I wanted to be there, when I was there all I could think of was getting back into the jungle.
I've, uh, vertically integrated myself. You know, diversified and shit, and now I'm into the occasional grand larceny, home invasion... shit like that.
It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
I think something bounced up into my undercarriage.
I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so when I was six I did
"Im sorry i ruined all your lives,and crammed 11 cookies into the VCR."
If I'm walking into a shit storm I wanna know which way the wind's blowing
Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!
Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead!
Verbal ability is a highly over-rated thing in a guy, and it's our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble.
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars, To gain you Freedom, the seven-pillared worthy house, that your eyes might be shining for me, when I came.
Anyone who even thinks about deserting this mission will be cut up into 198 pieces. Those pieces will be stamped on until what is left can be used only to paint walls.
Are we slipping into some black hole of hairless space?
Could you put that into words which even Caesar could understand?
I have a feeling that this is going to turn into quite a beautiful romanece.
How about you slip into something more comfortable, like a few drinks and some Chinese food?
The best way to get a good result is to put your body and soul into your efforts.
If there are no real reasons for two people to be together, then you are into unreal reasons, fantastic reasons, like happiness, good company and comfort and understanding and emotional support!
What is it about this girl man, you know you have no shot at getting her into bed so why do you even bother wasting time with her
How dare you come into this office and bark at me like some little junkyard dog!
The deal is we're driving up into the jungle with a guy we don't even know who's wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night
Let's not rush into marriage - we can't even get into the hotel.
If you don't repay us, we kill you, your wife and children and throw your bodies into the
I have made every allowance for you, but when you bring animals into the dormitory, I must act!
Lady, you scream and disturb the neighbours, we'll cut you into little pieces and eat you for dinner [very pleasant]
I went outside, tripped over the chaise lounge, hit my head on the cement and rolled into the pool
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