The Cat: Hmm, How do I put this… When a mommy cat and a daddy cat love each other very much, they decide to… Conrad: No, no, no, no, no. Where did you come from? The Cat: My place, what do you think?
To begin… To begin… How to start? I’m hungry. I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. Maybe I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee. Coffee and a muffin. So I need to establish the themes. Maybe a banana nut. That’s a good muffin.
I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he’s holding her… it’s almost… filthy. I mean, he’s about to kiss her and she’s pulling away. The way the leg’s sort of smashed up against her… Phew… Look how he’s painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it’s sort of touching him about here. It’s really… pretty torrid, don’t you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they’re all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally… erect. [size=75]-- L.A. Story[/size]
“Flying saucers? You mean the kind from up there??”
“Don’t like hearing noises. Especially when there ain’t supposed to be any.”
“Well one thing’s certain: Inspector Clay’s dead. Murdered. And somebody’s responsible!”
“I’ll bet my badge we haven’t seen the last of those weirdies.”
“I’ve never seen you in this mood before.”
“I guess that’s because I’ve never been in this mood before.”
“Perhaps on your way home someone will pass you in the dark and you will never know it… for they will be from OUTER SPACE.”
“For a time we tried to contact them by radio, but no response. Then they attacked a town. A small town, I’ll admit, but nevertheless a town of people. People who DIED.”
probably nobody knows what those are… Plan 9 from Outer Space… worst movie ever made…
Stay on this road here, past Dead Man’s Curve, you’ll come to an old fence, called The Devil’s Fence. From there, go on foot till you come to a valley known as The Cathedral Of Lost Soap. Smack in the center is what they call Forgetful Milkman’s Quadrangle. Stay right on The Path Of Staring Skulls and you come to a place called Death Clearing. Cabin’s right there, can’t miss it.
Burgermeister Meisterburger: Toys are hereby declared illegal, immoral, unlawful AND anyone found with a toy in his possession will be placed under arrest and thrown in the dungeon. No kidding!
[on Smurfs] First of all, Papa Smurf didn’t create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel’s evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn’t happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don’t even have reproductive organs under those little white pants. That’s what’s so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What’s the point of living if you don’t have a dick?
Donnie Darko: “Why do you wear that stupid bunny suit?”
Frank: “Why do you wear that stupid man suit?”