Novice Punk Nick:
Dimitri is a god. I hear he tracked them down to Oregon, and when Rose tried to put up a fight, he handed her ass.
And what was left of that ass got chewed up by headmistress Kirova…
[Arriving to the conversation and interrupting Mason]
Ooh, surely you have something more interesting to discuss than my ass.
Fear causes hesitation, and hesitation will cause your worst fears to come true.
Get your stinking hands off me, you damn dirty human!
[to his sons]
There are three types of people in this world: sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. Some people prefer to believe that evil doesn’t exist in the world, and if it ever darkened their doorstep, they wouldn’t know how to protect themselves. Those are the sheep.
Then you’ve got predators who use violence to prey on the weak. They’re the wolves.
And then there are those blessed with the gift of aggression, an overpowering need to protect the flock. These men are the rare breed who live to confront the wolf. They are the sheepdog.
Daddy, look at that big ugly alligator
Buford T. Justice:
That reminds me; I gotta call yo’ mama tonight.
Aw, hell no. They really went and scraped the bottom of the barrel here, didn’t they?
Guess they did, considering your ass is here. When are you gonna give Martin Luther King his car back?
As soon as you give Rick James his jacket back.
[on Sam failing calculus]
I’m not angry. I’m disappointed.
Do you wanna hear my side of it?
Sam, how can there be two sides?
Hey, look, I got every question right on the final and the only reason why Mr. Spengler failed me was because I didn’t write out the solutions.
I do them in my head.
Did you tell him that?
I did. He didn’t believe me. He said if he couldn’t do them in his head then I must be cheating.
Well, that’s ridiculous! How can he fail you for being smarter than he is?
That’s what I said.
You did? How’d he take it?
He flunked me, remember?
Hey man where-where-where’s your cup holder?
I don’t have one.
What the f- w’you mean you don’t have one? Eighty thousand dollars for this car and you ain’t got no damn cup holder?
It’s $105,000 and this happens to be one of the fastest production cars on the planet. Zero to sixty in four seconds, sweetie. It’s a limited edition.
You damn right it’s limited. No cup holder, no back seat. Just a shiny dick with two chairs in it. I guess we the balls just draggin’ the fuck along.