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| A gigolo? Did I drive you to this kind of lifestyle? | What're you starting with me for?! You know this is my crazy time of year! |
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| Here's to those who wish us well, and those who don't can go to hell. | I'm speechless. I have no speech. |
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| We don't know how long this will last! They are a very festive people! | I'm not a lesbian. I hate men, but I'm not a lesbian. |
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| I propose... AN ALLIANCE! | I'm like the Phoenix, rising from Arizona. |
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| Why don't you just get a pair of white shoes, move down to Miami Beach and get this whole thing over with? | Do you ever get down on your knees and thank God you know me and have access to my dementia? |
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| So, the dentist gave me too much anesthesia, I walk out of there, and this rich guy I shared a cab with offered to throw a gala in my honor. | I don't know if it's possible, but could you people conduct the psychopath convention down the hall? |
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| Boy, a little too much chlorine in that gene pool. | Let me tell you something. A man without hand is not a man. I've got so much hand I'm coming out of my gloves.
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| Whew. You know, if you would have told me twenty-five years ago that some day I'd be standing here about to solve the world's energy problems, I would've said you're crazy... Now let's push this big ball of oil out the window. | You're just mad because you're having a bad day. |
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| You can't cast aspersions on someone just because they're wearing a cape. Superman wore a cape! And I'll be damned if I stand by and let you say anything bad about him! | This place is like Studio 54, with a menorah. |
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| Yeah, you better give me the insurance. Because I'm gonna beat the hell out of this car! | You're becoming one of the glitterati. |
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| Hey, boys. Here you go. It's celebration time. | I'm not gay! Not that there's anything wrong with that. |
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| Cinnamon! It should be on tables in restaurants along with salt and pepper! Anytime someone says, "Ooh, this is so good -- what's in this?" the answer invariably comes back, "cinnamon." Cinnamon! Again and again! | A hot bowl of mulligatawny would hit the spot. |
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| I'll sniff out a deal. I have a sixth sense. | The bus is outta control! So I grab him by the collar, I take him out of the seat, I get behind the wheel, and now I'm driving the bus! |
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| This isn't a good time. | Ah, you're crazy. |
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| I don't trust the guy! I think he regifted, then he degifted, and now he's using an upstairs invite as a springboard to a Superbowl sex romp! | You know I always wanted to pretend I was an architect. |
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| He turned and gave me this look. | Guys, hitting is not about muscle. It's simple physics. Calculate the velocity, v, in relation to the trajectory, t, in which g, gravity, of course remains a constant. |
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| They're trying to screw with your head. | Why does Radio Shack ask for your phone number when you buy batteries? |
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| Here's to those who wish us well, and those who don't can go to hell. | Up here, I'm already gone. |
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| What do you think put me there? Serenity now... insanity later. | May I have one of those, madame? |
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| Boy, these pretzels are makin' me thirsty! | You know what your problem is? Your standards are too high. |
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| If you're not gonna be a part of a civil society, then just get in your car and drive on over to the East Side. | What are you saying? |
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| You know what, I'm gonna do it. | I'm gonna convert to Latvian Orthodox, just to be with her. |
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| That's it! I'm exactly like Henry the VIII. | No, you're not because I'm out there and if I see you out there, there's not enough voltage in the universe to electroshock me back into coherence. |
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| Are you sure you want to get married? I mean, it's a big change of life. | Now shut your mouths or else I'll shut them for you and if you think I'm kidding, just try me! Try me! Because I would LOVE IT! |
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| So I tell her, 'I think I should leave now'. And she looks at me surprised as if she couldn't understand what had just happened and why I was leaving. ... The only excuse that I could fathom would be acceptable is to tell her that I am indeed Batman, and I'm sorry I just saw that Bat signal out the window. | Shut your traps and stop kicking the seats! |