Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?

Fat guuuuuy in a liiiittle coaaaaat.

 

He too afraid to get out. He just a little guy.

 

Forget it, I quit, I can't do this any more, man. My head's about to explode.



My whole life sucks. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know where I'm going. My dad just died, we just killed Bambi, I'm out here getting my ass kicked and every time I drive down the road I wanna jerk the wheel into a goddamned bridge abutment!

 

John Hancock. It's HERBIE Hancock.

 

Tommy: Does this suit make me look fat?

Richard: No, your face does.

 

I don't remember eating that.

 

BEES!

 

What kind of hotel is this???

 

It's not over yet, Lee Harvey.

 

Let's go to the video tape.

 

The point is, how do you know the fairy isn't a crazy glue sniffer? "Building model airplanes" says the little fairy; well, we're not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that's all it takes. The next thing you know, there's money missing off the dresser, and your daughter's knocked up. I seen it a hundred times.

Because they know all they sold ya was a guaranteed piece of shit. That's all it is, isn't it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer's sake, for your daughter's sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.

 

"LLuuuukkkkkkeeee.......IIIIIII ammmmmmm yyyyoooooouuuuuurrrrrr fffffaaaaaaaatttthhhheeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr"