I am big. It's the pictures that got small.
Conscience... that stuff can drive you nuts!
That's the way it crumbles... cookie-wise.
Not many people know it, but the Fuhrer was a terrific dancer.
This is a barracks; it's not a bordello.
Tough luck, Lonnehan. But that's what you get for playing with your head up your ass!
I just ran out of bull****.
'What's the matter?' 'He's shaving.' 'So what?' '...his legs.'
How do I look - I mean, do I look Amish?
Mr. Meeks, time to inherit the earth.
Why don't you go haunt a house? Rattle some chains or something.
****in' cops.
'Do you like apples?' 'Yeah?' 'Well, I got her number. How do you like them apples?'
Let's deflower the kid.
Can you hear me? I don't want this any more! I want to call it off!
So you stopped talking because of Friedrich Nietzsche? Far out.
You can fool me, but you cannot fool Ernest Hemingway!