- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
And you, my friend, are responsible for delaying my rendezvous with Star Command!
That wasn't flying! That was falling with style!
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
To infinity, and beyond!
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.