I am through with just snapping my fingers and getting my way.
Coffee Shop Waitress:
Uh, no breakfast after 11.
[snaps fingers and clock turns back from 11 to 10:55]
My absolutely last thing!
[puts on glasses]
You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you?
[Ralph smacks the King with the glasses]
You hit a guy, with glasses. That’s… that’s… well-played.
Vanilla Ice banged grandma? That’s fucking awesome!
Feelings are like kids. You don’t want them driving the car, but you don’t want to stuff them in the trunk, either.
Here you go. Sunny-side eggs, sausage with bacon, home fries, homemade biscuits and country gravy. Can I get you anything else?
No, thanks. Just an angiogram.
Can I ask you a personal question?
Daddy, look at that big ugly alligator
Buford T. Justice:
That reminds me; I gotta call yo’ mama tonight.
You know what my nightmare is? That I’ll stay in Amal. That I’ll never move from here. I’ll get kids, a car, a house… all of that. Then my husband will leave for someone younger and I’ll be stuck with kids that just scream and nag. It’s so fucking meaningless.