Let's hear 'em. The more obscure the better. I'll start...
"I feel like a hundred dollars."
Let's hear 'em. The more obscure the better. I'll start...
"I feel like a hundred dollars."
It's easy to grin
when your ship comes in
and you've got the stock market beat.
But the man worthwhile
is the man who can smile
when his pants are too tight in the seat.
You two look like a couple of boobies.
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one -- big hitter, the Lama -- long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga...gunga -- gunga galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
"I knew in an instant that the three dollars I had spent on wine would not go to waste."
"You musta been something before electricity"
"You wanna make $14 the hard way?"
"[cough cough] what kind of shit is this?
Its the best, man - I got it from a Negro - you're probably so high already you don't even know it"
Kill all the telemarkers
But they’ll put us in jail if we kill all the telemarkers
Telemarketers! Kill the telemarketers!
Oh we can do that. We don’t even need a reason
Carl Spackler: "License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote."
Last edited by MapleSyrup; 04-22-2007 at 09:12 PM.
"What are you doing on Saturday, Danny?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Great! How would you like to mow my lawn?"
Last edited by MapleSyrup; 04-21-2007 at 11:58 PM.
That's a peach, hon.
Honey, would you loofah my stretchmarks?
"My father...my father never liked you"
"With my lips?"
If it's green, smoke it...if it's pink, poke it
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"This is good stuff. I got it from a Negro. You're probably high already and you don't even know it..."
You take drugs Danny?
Everyday.
Good! So what's the problem?
Last edited by milton; 04-22-2007 at 07:29 AM.
To the Thingmajigger!
Al Czervik (Rodney Dangerfield), to Wang, the oriental guy who's taking pictures of everything: "I think this place is restricted Wang, so don't tell 'em your Jewish, okay?" Link
Ted Knight: You know, you should play with Dr. Beeper and myself. I mean, he's been club champion for three years running and I'm no slouch myself.
Chevy Chase: Don't sell yourself short, judge. You're a tremendous slouch.
Judge Smails: Oh, Porterhouse! Look at the wax build-up on those shoes! This is fine leather! I want that wax stripped off! I want them creamed and buffed with a fine chamois. And I want them now! Chop chop!
You then see Porterhouse mumbling something, holding the shoes are under a spinning shop grinder with smoke coming off them, and pieces flying everywhere.
“The best argument in favour of a 90% tax rate on the rich is a five-minute chat with the average rich person.”
- Winston Churchill, paraphrased.
"I was born, to lick your face."
Courage + believe = life. Life is not about how many breaths you take. It's what you do with those breaths
This place got a pool?
Pool and a pond... Pond be good for you.
A gay-rage full of toys. You can guess em.
Be the ball Danny.![]()
Judge Smails:How do you measure yourself against other golfers?
Ty: By height
Click. Point. Chute.
Hey you scratched my anchor!
"I've sentenced boys younger than you to the gas chamber. Didn't want to do it. I felt I owed it to them."
Maggie: Yeah? Well tanks fer nuttin Noonan!
Bush got C's.... Obama probably failed lunch
"$50 bucks says the Smails kid picks his nose"
Bush got C's.... Obama probably failed lunch
"I almost got head from Amelia Earhart!"
Pick that wrapper up...
Click. Point. Chute.
"People dont say that about you Carl, as far as you know."
Bush got C's.... Obama probably failed lunch
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