Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a fucking job, we had the presidency. May he rest in peace. That's what the niggers don't realize. If I got one thing against the black chappies, it's this - no one gives it to you. You have to take it.
To infinity, and beyond!
One of us had to die. With me, it tends to be the other guy.
That wasn't flying! That was falling with style!
And you, my friend, are responsible for delaying my rendezvous with Star Command!
My theory on Feds is that they're like mushrooms, feed 'em shit and keep 'em in the dark.