I'm trying to communicate with you telepathically.

You know, I have one simple request, and that is to have sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads! Now, evidently, my cycloptic colleague informs me that that can't be done. Can you remind me what I pay you people for? Honestly, throw me a bone here!

Your name is Julia Gulia?

Wipe that face off your head, bitch!

He looks like a koala...an evil koala.

Say something crazy... like you're wearing ladies underwear.

He's a proper rogue you see, this so called saint.

Surely you can't be serious.
I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.

Who is Kaiser Sozay?

Bueller, Bueller, anyone?

Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!

Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!

I appreciate this whole seduction thing you've got going on here, but let me give you a tip: I'm a sure thing.

I'll have what she's having.

He was sworn in on a stack of Bibles, because if you can't beat a dead guy in an election, you're going to need all the help you can get.