Mary: Oohh. Are these magic brownies? Dick: Pepperidge Farm. Mary: You, know. I think I have something. I found it when I moved eight years ago. It's in the freezer. It's a joint. Dick: Ooh. A doobie. Let's bogart that fat boy.
Dick: You know, it's a remarkable feeling to be able to make someone else laugh. It's almost as if you have the power to get inside their brain and, and tickle it. Harry: Pssh. I could do that with a chopstick. Dick: Imagine how different war would be if instead of trying to kill each other, people just showed up armed with jokes. Sally: But you could still have guns, right? Because, you know, eventually you'd stop laughing and want to get on with the killing.
Don: Congratulations, Dick, you got yourself a hell of a rhymer. I mean, I've tried to rhyme, you know. There was a dog who sat on a log, his name was...Rog? That sorta thing. Hold on to her, Dick. She's one of a kind. Dick: So you like the the rhyming, eh? You like the rhyming? Don: Yeah. Dick: And what if the rhyming were never to stop? On, on, and on till your head doth pop. Oh, look! A book! A book on schnook! What kind of crook took my schnook nook book? Perchance, methinks, thee, hither, yon, thou. I think I'm going to have a freakin' cow! Don: You sure seem to hate her, sounds really tough. Dick: Hate is a strong word, but not strong enough.
Dick: Women. Tommy: Women. Don: Women. Harry: ♪Women! Dick: You can't live with them, and you can't have heterosexual sex without 'em. Harry: That's probably true.(00:20:00)
Harry: You know, I bet I could write a killer "X-Files." Tommy: I could write one in my sleep. Harry: I could write one hanging upside down. Tommy: I could write one with a crayon. Harry: I could write one if I lost both my arms and had to type with my feet. Dick: I wanna watch one! Why don't you shut up and go write one!? Tommy: Fine then, we will. Come on, Harry. Harry: Yeah, come on. Dick: Good, and when it's on TV I'll talk all through the damn thing and see how you like it!(00:01:35)
Ms. Dubcek: I don't know what is going on up here, but I have plaster falling into my jacuzzi. Dick: Oh, I've never heard it called that before.(00:10:58)
Dick: Why should I vote for Frank Gansmiller, Frank? Frank Gansmiller: Good question, Dick. Because I want to take money out of the drug dealers' pockets, and give it back to the people. Dick: Frank's right. I want some of that drug money.
Lord John Whorfin: May I pass along my congratulations for your great interdimensional breakthrough. I am sure, in the miserable annals of the Earth, you will be duly enshrined.
Lord John Whorfin: John O'Connor, install my Oscillation Overthruster.
Lord John Whorfin: Home... home is where you wear your hat... I feel so breakup, I wanna go home.
Lord John Whorfin: Shut up, Big-booty, you coward. You are the weakest individual I ever know.
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