Chicks dig me

[edcrbnsoul]

Ray's gone bye-bye

 

[onecoolmama]

No that is true..this man has no ****

 

[Cyndiu]

He slimed me!

 

[onecoolmama]

Dont look at me with those bug eyes

 

[onecoolmama]

I have quit better jobs than this

 

[Cyndiu]

Let's show this prehistoric **** how we do things downtown

 

[jrydberg]

Ray... when someone asks you if you're a god, you say YES!

 

[edcrbnsoul]

Why worry? Each one of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.

 

[cynsaun]

I make it a rule, never get involved with possessed people......actually, it's more of a guideline than a rule.

 

[onecoolmama]

Where do these stairs go?


They go up!

 

[Doug123]

I am the acorn that becomes the oak!

 

[cynsaun]

Ok, so, she's a dog.

 

[Broken8ball]

Thats right, this man has no ****

 

[cynsaun]

Oh that's great Egon, someone blows their nose and you want to keep it?

 

[Cyndiu]

If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say.

 

[cynsaun]

He's an ugly little spud, isn't he?

 

[onecoolmama]

1k I had no idea it would be soo high I wont pay it.


Oh ok..then we can just put it back.

 

[monkeyboy]

I should have drank all that cough medicine

 

[cynsaun]

Y'know, I've met some dumb blondes in my life, but you take the taco, pal! Only a *Carpathian* would come back to life now and choose New York! If you had brain one in that huge melon on top of your neck, you'd be living the sweet life out in southern California's beautiful San Fernando Valley!

 

[Pete's Mom]

Carl Spackler: He's on his final hole. He's about 455 yards away, he's gonna hit about a 2 iron I think.

Carl Spackler: License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote.

Carl Spackler: This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.

Carl Spackler: Oh Mrs. Crane, you're a little monkey woman. Yeah, you're lean, mean, and I bet you're not too far in between are ya. How'd you like to wrap your spikes around my...