Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greenskeeper, now, about to become the Masters champion.
C'mon, it's Czechoslovakia. We zip in, we pick 'em up, we zip right out again. We're not going to Moscow. It's Czechoslovakia. It's like going into Wisconsin.
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, no job is too big, no fee is too big!
Well, I'm sure Charles Dickens would have wanted to see her nipples.
It reminds me of my favorite poem, which is, 'Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm a schizophrenic... and so am I!'
Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today.
It's something I've wanted to do for a long time. But it wasn't until I saw your movie that I realised: I have to take action! Goodbye penis!
Important announcement - Some hunters have been seen in the woods near Piney Ridge trail and the fish and game commission has raised the legal kill limit on campers to three.
My advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down. Just remember, they can buy anything but they can't buy a backbone.
You were fed cheeseburgers as a baby, and look at you. You're as big as a house, you're as strong as a bull, you smell like a cow.
You've made a cuckold of me. Many times over. And you nearly killed your poor brother.
Taking a break from my wife, forgetting my son's birthday, and getting paid two million dollars to endorse a whiskey when I could be doing a play somewhere.
Oh, Sleeping Beauty, wake up. You can stop dreaming about me, because I'm here. Now just wake up. You got work to do. You're not just my owner, you're my primary caregiver.
Cousteau and his cronies invented the idea of putting walkie-talkies into the helmet. But we made ours with a special rabbit ear on the top so we could pipe in some music.
Half the woods have been obliterated, nobody can get out, and right now, my wife is at the bottom of a flint mine with no food, no water, and 27 starving animal brats!
Our daughter's been abducted by one of these beige lunatics!
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