Nobody's gonna fuck on you! I'm on your side! I hate Godzilla! I hate him too! I hate him! He destroys cities! *Please*! This isn't your fault. I'll get you some pants.
(yelling from outside) Paging Doctor Faggot. Doctor Faggot!
(playing piano and singing passionately) What do tigers dream of when they take their little tiger snooze? Do they dream of mauling zebras, or Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit? Don't you worry your pretty striped head, we're gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy tiger bed. And then we're gonna find our best friend Doug, and then we're gonna give him a best friend hug. Doug, Doug, oh, Doug, Dougie, Dougie, Doug, Doug! But if he's been murdered by crystal meth tweakers, (stops suddenly) well then we're shit out of luck.
(trying to extract info from Tony) Are you going to spit it out, or do I have to waste my coffee on your head?
And whatever you do, do not lie because Gibbs is like Santa Claus. He knows if you've been naughty.
Here comes Peter on the clothesline but his names not Peter it is Spiderman. Spiderman. Come on Loise lets get busy maybe in the garden right here Spiderman Spiderman. Touch my can with your hand. . .Spiderman!!!.
Never explain -- your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.
Well how about this way. I love that you get cold when it’s seventy one degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts, I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.
I am Jack's colon. I get cancer, I kill Jack.
First we thought the PC was a calculator. Then we found out how to turn numbers into letters with ASCII -- and we thought it was a typewriter. Then we discovered graphics, and we thought it was a television. With the World Wide Web, we’ve realized it’s a brochure.