Nirvana Clerk:
"I-dent !"
Lola:
"Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!"
Marco:
"What are these?"
Teacher:
"These are tags, red for the slumber room, green for the organ transplant and so on and so on."
Marco:
"What about this one?"
Teacher:
"Well that one is intresting we will talk about it later."
Marco:
"Is it sexy?"
Aram Fingal:
"Mom... am I nuts?"
Fingal:
"I'm taking care of the Chairman. He's going on a month's compulsory rehab."
Appollonia:
"You're putting him in Daisy!"
Fingal:
"Daisy's too good for the bastard. He's going on as an anteater!"
Fingal:
"At least I'm not an anteater."
Fingal:
"[shouts] I'm interfacing!"
The Fatman:
"I don't make threats, Mr. Fingal. Only promises!"
Fingal:
"I guess I made some waves."
Pierre:
"It is a pleasure, dear sir, to see the waves you make."
Appollonia:
"Thou shalt not screw around with things thou dost not understand."
Appollonia:
"Listen to me, Fingal... Your navel is very deep. I can't even see to the bottom of it. If you fall in, I can't guarantee to pull you out."
Appollonia:
"I wouldn't wish that no good drone on anyone. Now he has started playing around with himself!"
Aram Fingal:
"I got 47 credits. What kind of a dopple do you think that buys?"
Train passenger:
"An anteater? Maybe."
Teacher:
"Oh, Desiree... You could have got mustard all over his brain!"
Appollonia:
"Electrons don't dance, Fingal. They don't make love."
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