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Article 1 of rec.arts.movies:
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Path: santra!tut!draken!kth!enea!mcvax!uunet!seismo!sundc!pitstop!sun!amdcad!ames!fxgrp!grady
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From: grady@fxgrp (Steven Grady)
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Newsgroups: rec.humor,rec.games.trivia,rec.arts.comics,rec.arts.tv,rec.arts.movies
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Subject: My quotes file
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Message-ID: <952@fxgrp.UUCP>
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Date: 16 Jan 89 23:27:16 GMT
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Sender: grady@fxgrp.UUCP
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Reply-To: grady@postgres.berkeley.edu (Steven Grady)
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Organization: FX Development Group, Inc., Mountain View, CA
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Lines: 496
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Xref: santra rec.games.trivia:1062 rec.arts.movies:1
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OK, I guess it's time for me to post my quotes list again. As usual
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(well, kind of -- I've only posted them once before), I will post them
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in random order, without attributions, so you can have fun figuring out
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where they came from. In about a week, I'll post the original file,
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with the attributes in comments. I'll also post the wimpy program I
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use that reads my .fortunes file.
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I have two criteria for my quotes: a) it must be public (ie I don't
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include quotes my friend Joe Shmoe said. People who have tastes very
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similar to mine conceivably could recognize all of these quotes) and b)
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it must have made me laugh out loud. This explains why my list is
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relatively short (currently, there are 159 entries).
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I will happily take corrections to the wording of the quotes, but,
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please, no suggestions for additional quotes. Somehow, this list is
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very personal, and if I don't spot the quote myself, I probably won't
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include it. Oh, plaudits, compliments, and the like are welcome -- in
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fact they are required.
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Steven
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...!ucbvax!grady
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grady@postgres.berkeley.edu
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############################################################
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"Wheat. So what?"
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"A penny for your thoughts?"
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"A dollar for your death."
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"Get a life!"
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...And since the stench of death will always attract flies and vermin,
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the arrival of Geraldo was perhaps inevitable.
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"I'm sorry, but you must have me confused with some OTHER
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plate-lipped white girl named `Irene'"
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"You're just the sort of person I imagined marrying, when I was little...
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..except, y'know, not green...
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...and without all the patches of fungus."
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Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels
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start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals
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and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas.
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"Oh Mr. Bellpit, your legs are so swollen!"
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"It's Czechoslovakia! It's like going into Wisconsin!"
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The heart, the liver, the spleen, the pancreas. All these miraculous
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organs work in _total_darkness_!
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"Nice tie... BONEHEAD!"
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"Bicycle Repair Man, how can I ever repair you?"
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"Well, you don't need to, gov, it's all right.
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It's all in a day's work for ... Bicycle Repair Man. <Sniff!>"
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"Comedy. Sudden, violent, comedy!"
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"Bring the little ones unto me, and I will get
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a good price for them."
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"What do you say we guys go down to the beach and shoot
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some clams?"
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"Zere were zwei peanuts walking down ze strasse.
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And one was assaulted.. peanut. Ha ha ha.."
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Ant Boy calmly prepares to execute his new friend ant-style...
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by PINCHING OFF HIS HEAD!
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You think you got it rough?
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What about your darling doggy?
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Ten short years
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and he's getting old and groggy.
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"I'm not saying we won't get our hair mussed a bit.."
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"Thank God. The police."
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"I don't know what you want here, but I think you should
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know that I've killed a LOT of old people in my time,
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and I'm not above doing it again."
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"I told them kids to keep their arms inside the ride.
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Damnedest thing I ever saw."
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"But Calvin is no kind and loving god! He's one of
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the _old_ gods! He demands sacrifice!"
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"Cerebus can destroy ANYTHING. Cerebus is the POPE."
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"I'll have you all executed!"
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"I think not."
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"`Psychophallystisis.'"
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"Eat hot death, Steve."
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"I'm a LAGOMORPH, Sam! Look it up!"
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"I've heard about these cult jamborees. It's an international
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goon gathering. Lots of howling and drinking... Orgiastic
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worship of heathen idols... Great looking chicks in diaphanous robes..."
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"Do you think there's a God?"
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"Well, SOMEbody's out to get me!"
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"I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid."
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"Flint Paper is insane. I really respect that."
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"Llamas are larger than frogs."
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"It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where can we go?"
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"Argentina?"
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"Curse you, Inspector Dim. You are too clever for us naughty people."
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"It's classified. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
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"We interviewers are more than a match for the likes of you, Two-Sheds!"
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"Yes, make yourself scarce, Two-Sheds. This studio isn't big enough for
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the three of us!"
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"Get your own arts program, you fairy!"
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"Inconceivable!"
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"You use that word a lot. I don't think it means what you think it does."
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"He'p me! Somebody, pleez, he'p me! I been hypmotize'!"
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"Jane, you ignorant slut."
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"No! That's just what they'll be expecting us to do!"
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If God had wanted us to be concerned for the plight of the toads, he would
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have made them cute and furry.
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"The evidence before the court is
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incontrovertible; there's
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no need for the jury to
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retire."
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"Round up the usual suspects!"
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"Well, it's garish, ugly, and derelicts have used it
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for a toilet. The rides are dilapidated to the point
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of being lethal, and could easily maim or kill innocent
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little children."
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"Oh, so you don't like it?"
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"Don't like it? I'm CRAZY for it."
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"Mr. Notlob, there's nothing wrong with you that an expensive
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operation can't prolong!"
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"If I could walk that way, I wouldn't need the aftershave."
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"If you could have any amount of money... How much would you want?"
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"All of it."
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"Have you got a 27 B stroke 6?"
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"Don't be stupid. Be a smarty.
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Come and join the Nazi Party."
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"Take me away, imperialist puppets of the great Pay-TV satanistic
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corporate booger-heads!"
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"I want a full scale Red Alert throughout the world. Surround EVERYONE
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with EVERYTHING we got! Mobilize every fighting unit and every weapon
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we can lay our hands on. I want... I want three full scale global
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nuclear alerts, with every Army, Navy, and Air Force unit on ETERNAL standby!"
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"Ho! Ha-ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!"
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A hundred bottles of beer on the wall, a hundred bottles
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of beer. If one of those bottles should happen to
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fall, it would shake the very foundations of the Universe.
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-from Mauve'Bib's "The Seven Pillows of Wisdom,"
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edited by the Princess Serutan
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"Hey, stewardess. Run through that seatbelt demonstration
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a few more times. It's unbelievably tricky!"
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"Mushy mushy mushy."
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"It's the Peterson kid dressed as an iguana!"
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"Nice girls don't explode."
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"Well, I noticed the lad with the thermonuclear device was the Chief
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Constable for the area."
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Pipo was born with few complications, but then the doctor accidently
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dropped the infant on her head provoking her drunken father to drag
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the physician outside where he would beat him to death with a live
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ocelot.
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"It's real handy, havin' an Elder God in the band, eh?"
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"We have your favorite animal cookies. Here's
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a gorilla... Here's a collared peccary..."
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"A mind is a terrible thing to waste someone with."
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"[The vector] has never been of the slightest use to any creature."
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-Lord Kelvin
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"The good thing about drawing a tiger is that it automatically
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makes your picture fine art."
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"Take my Worf, please."
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"`BILLSBY SLASHES FOUR, DIES IN COCAINE BRAWL'"
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"That's the front page, Mrs. Billsby."
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"It's a dessert topping AND a floor wax!"
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"It's funny, I hate the itching, but I don't mind the swelling."
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"You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat
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and I had my hands about it."
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"...just when I had you wriggling in the crushing grip of reason, too..."
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"I like overkill."
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"Where do we keep all our chainsaws, mom?"
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"Did you know the phone company uses the bone marrow
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of Third World babies to make microchips?"
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"The part I think I'd like best is crushing people who get in my way."
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"Regrettable that this society has chosen suicide."
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"Get that finger out of your ear! You don't know where that finger's been!"
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"Mind you, I can't say much for the volume's condition.
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I mean, there's a hole in the jacket and the spine appears
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to be damaged."
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"You have an annoying fascination for timepieces, Mr. Sulu"
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"Back off, man! I'm a scientist!"
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"What are your general areas of interests?"
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"Aerodynamics. Designer jeans. Roofing supplies. That sort of thing."
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"What sort of thing?"
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"You know, liquidity. Point-of-sale. Margin accounts. Fast lane."
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"In accordance with our principles of free enterprise and
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healthy competition, I'm going to ask you two to fight to
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the death for it."
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"Why do you wear that toy on your head?"
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"Because if I wear it anywhere else, it chafes."
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"Are there many fires in Norway?"
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"Oh Good Lord yes. The place is a constant blaze!"
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"Dick! You're FIRED!"
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"Storage Compartments? Storage Compartments?"
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"Yes, well, that's just the sort of blinkered philistine pig-ignorance
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I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage."
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"What a pinhead! Does he not fear us?!"
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"Sorry, Nick. I lied, man."
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"The world bores you when you're cool."
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"The living dead don't NEED to solve word problems."
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"Mind you, not as bad as the night Archie Pettigrew ate some
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sheep's testicles for a bet...God, that bloody sheep kicked him..."
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"I'm doing everything I can, and stop calling me Shirley."
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"Decadent rodent, we will bury you."
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Dark and lonely
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on a summer night.
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Kill my landlord,
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Kill my landlord.
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Watchdog barkin'
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Do he bite?
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Kill my landlord,
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Kill my landlord.
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Senators, TV Crews, and the nation in general are mystified when,
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on the third day, Flaming Carrot shows a STAR TREK BLOOPER REEL
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on behalf of the defense.
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Your digestive system is your body's Fun House, whereby food goes
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on a long, dark, scary ride, taking all kinds of unexpected twists
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and turns, being attacked by vicious secretions along the way, and
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not knowing until the last minute whether it will be turned into a
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useful body part or ejected into the Dark Hole by Mister Sphincter.
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"LONG LIVE THE GLORIOUS COCKROACH REBELLION AGAINST THE
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GREAT SUBURBAN BOURGEOIS OPPRESSOR SWINE-PIG!"
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<Slam!>
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"I HATE revolutionary jargon."
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"You try any preversions in there, and I'll blow your head off."
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He has been known by many names; the Prince of Lies,
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the Director, Lucifer, Belial, and once, at a party,
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some obnoxious drunk kept calling him "Dude".
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"I've got to concentrate. I've got to concentrate!
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..Hello?
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..Echo!
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..Pinch hitting for Pedro Borbon, Manny Mota!"
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"I try to make everyone's day a little more surreal."
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"I'm 6 foot 5, and I eat punks like you for breakfast!"
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"Elvis has LEFT the building!"
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"Hurl that spheroid down the field.."
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"I think all right-thinking people in this country are sick and tired of
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being told that ordinary, decent people are fed up in this country with being
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sick and tired. I'm certainly not! But I'm sick and tired of being told
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that I am!"
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"Has anybody seen my legs?"
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"We're taking you to a clambake."
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"It's hard to get a refund when the salesman is sniffing
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your crotch and baying at the moon..."
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"That's the fact, Jack!"
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"Kato, what is going on in that little yellow brain of yours?"
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"They're not booing. They're just chanting `Dave! Dave!'"
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"To me it is like a mountain.. a vast BOWL of PUS!"
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"So whaddya want? Wicker?!?"
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`As leader, you should never forget those who are loyal
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to you. You should hold parties for them regularly
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and have lots of whiskey (free) for them. That way, they
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get drunk and reveal themselves as the disloyal vermin they
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all are in reality.'
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-- "On Governing"
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"You know, once in a while it is my pleasure, and my privilege to welcome
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here at the Refreshment Room some of the truly great international
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artists our time. And tonight we have one such artist. Ladies and
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gentlemen, someone who I've always personally admired, perhaps
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more deeply, more strongly, more ... abjectly than other performer.
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A man, well, more than a man, a god! A great god, whose personality
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is so totally and utterly wonderful, that my feeble words of welcome
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sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I
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would gladly lick clean, until holes wore through my tongue! A man
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who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed
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in a pit of my own filth than dare tread on the same stage with him!
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Ladies and Gentlemen, the incomparably superior human being, Harry Fink!"
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"He can't come!"
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"Oh oh! No more buttered scones for me, Mater,
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I'm off to play the grand piano!"
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"Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue!"
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"There should be a psychology of feet. For do we not
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make decisions with our legs, and walk about on our brains?
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What do you mean, `No, not really,'?"
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-from "The Notebooks of Mauve'Bib--Outtakes, Bloopers,
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and Unconvincing Maxims," Edited by the Princess Serutan.
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"Say, isn't that a twenty-story-high Gumby-shaped robot
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approaching at about Mach 8?"
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"What do you know...? So it is."
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"Into the mud, Scum Queen!"
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That's not funny, that's sick!
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"Then you admit confirming not denying you ever said that?"
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"NO!...I mean Yes! WHAT?"
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"I'll put `maybe.'"
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"Sometimes you just gotta say `what the heck'."
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"How soon do you wish to marry my daughter?"
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"Oh, right away, squire, right away! I 'aven't 'ad any for weeks!"
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"Guards, beat this man brutally for daring to try to confuse me!"
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"Happiness is being famous for your financial
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ability to indulge in every kind of excess."
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"The band is just fantastic,
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That is really what I think,
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?"
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"Right. Who's got a boil on his semprini then?"
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"You look like a man with the minimum daily requirement of
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intelligence. Where can I find a book on self-confidence?"
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"Kirk may be a swaggering, overbearing, tin-plated dictator with
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delusions of godhood, but he's not soft."
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"Mind your manners, son! I've got a tall pointy hat!"
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Birds of prey know they're cool.
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"We're aimed the wrong way to be going home, Gumby."
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"Home...? We're on an express elevator to HECK!"
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"Koko, will there be gnomes and dwarves for Lebee to wrestle with?"
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"Yes Mishu, and also trolls and mutants we may spar with!"
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"Spontaneous combustion! What a stroke of luck!"
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"This man is no ordinary man. This is Mr. F. G. Superman."
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"Mistakes were made."
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"You'd better ask yourself `Do I feel lucky?'
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Well, do you, punk?"
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"Are you police officers?"
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"No, ma'am. We're musicians."
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"And was head of Gestapo for 10 years - No! 5 years!
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No! No! Nein, was not head of Gestapo at all! I make joke."
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"He's not Santa Claus...He doesn't LOOK like Santa Claus!"
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"Don't judge a book by its hide, kid. I let folks believe
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that `fat, jolly' nonsense 'cause it makes 'em FEEL good.
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So, are you tots gonna bust me out of here, or stand there
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gaping like trout?"
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"Hey Dad, you crossed my line of death!"
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"I guess test-flying F-20 Tigersharks at Mach 3 all
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day has rattled my good manners..."
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We Americans live in a nation where the medical-care system is
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second to none in the world, unless you count maybe 25 or 30 little
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scuzzball countries like Scotland that we could vaporize in seconds
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if we felt like it.
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"My nipples explode with delight!"
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"Vaya con dios, scumbucket."
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"How does this sound..? `Stop, or I'll stand very,
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very still for a surprisingly long time!'"
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"One of us should bust in and confuse them while _I_
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head them off around front."
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"Joey, do you like movies about gladiators?"
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"If you don't vote for me I'll kill you all."
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"The use of unnecessary violence in the apprehension
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of the Blues Brothers has been approved."
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"They're an insidious bunch, your killer pianos.
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Had one get loose on me back in '62. It slipped
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out of the cables while we were lowering it out
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of its twelfth story apartment, and crushed six
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innocents in an insane bid for freedom."
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"Leaving a trail of slime wherev-"
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>CLICK!<
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"But, will I get the chicks? I mean, in truckloads?"
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"I haven't time to go chasing after him! There's violence to be done!"
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"They pelted us with rocks and garbage!"
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"Why are you RUNNING? Cerebus just wants to KILL you a little..."
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"Max, that bathing suit you're wearing makes my flesh crawl!
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And where did you get sunglasses to fit your bizarrely-spaced
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eyeballs?"
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"Sir, I think I wanted to express the duality of man - a kind of
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Jungian thing, sir."
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