|Just think; next time I shoot someone, I could be arrested.|
|Why was the 'I Luv You' not listed in Ludwig's records? And if it was, did he know about it? And if he didn't, who did? And where the hell was I?|
|Everywhere I look, something reminds me of her…|
|-How could you do something so vicious?|
-It was easy my dear. You forget, I spent two years as a building contractor.
|I've got nine more.|
|You're right, Ed. A parachute not opening—that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine, having your nuts bit off by a Laplander—that's the way I wanna go!|
|Look Ed, he's got a picture of your wife.|
|-I can't see anything.|
-Use your open eye, Frank.
-No, Dutch Irish. My father was from Wales.
|-Here, you can take this back.|
-Whose is that?
|-Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he really was innocent!|
-He went to the chair two years ago, Frank.
|Hey Look! It's Enrico Pallazzo!|
|-You want to take a dinghy?|
-No, I took care of that at the press conference.
|-Same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl...girl dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.|
-No, the worst.
|Entering without a search warrant, destroying property, arson, sexual assault with a concrete dildo...?|
|Well, when I see 5 weirdos dressed in togas stabbing a guy in the middle of the park in full view of 100 people, I shoot the bastards. That's my policy.|
|Frank, they're not here for you. 'Weird Al' Yankovic is on the plane.|
|''...In the perilous night / For the ramparts we watched / uh, da-da-da-da-da-daaaa…''|
|And don't ever let me catch you guys in America!|
|All right, Stephanie, gently extend your arm. Extend your middle finger.|
|Mrs. Nordberg, I think we can save your husband's arm. Where would you like it sent?|
|Please disperse, nothing to see here…|
|Jane, since I've met you, I've noticed things that I never knew were there before...birds singing, dew glistening on a newly formed leaf, stoplights.|