You know, there's a million fine looking women in the world, dude. But they don't all bring you lasagna at work. Most of 'em just cheat on you.
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God rest the souls of that poor family. Pussy's half price for the next 15 minutes.
I think that the problem may have been that there was a Stonehenge monument on the stage that was in danger of being crushed by a dwarf.
You mean you never actually *flew* the plane?
Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft.
All major theme parks have had delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked, nothing.
But, John, if the Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.
I agree that they are perfectly horrid, but kill them and they should think themselves important.
Psychiatrist: Tell me, Harold, how many of these, eh, "suicides" have you performed?
Harold: An accurate number would be difficult to gauge.
Psychiatrist: Well, just give me a rough estimate.
Harold: A rough estimate? I'd say fifteen.
Psychiatrist: Fifteen?
Harold: That's a rough estimate.
Psychiatrist: Were they all done for your mother's benefit?
Harold: No. No, I would not say "benefit."
It's me!
Prove it!
You're a dick.
Okay.
Stomach of the week. Unemployed actor had frankfurter, french fries, alcohol, and sperm. Hell of a last supper, don't you think?
This is Ripley, last survivor of The Nostromo, signing off.