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!