And you, my friend, are responsible for delaying my rendezvous with Star Command!
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
To infinity, and beyond!
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
That wasn't flying! That was falling with style!