In God we trust. Everyone else pay cash.
A toast. Death to the shitters of the world in 1979.
Let me tell you a little something about love, Dennis. It has a voracious appetite. It eats everything. Friendship. Family. It kills me how much it eats. But I'll tell you something else. You feed it right, and it can be a beautiful thing, and that's what we have.
Oh man, there is nothing finer than being behind the wheel of your own car! Except maybe for pussy!
God, I hate rock and roll.
You better watch what you say about my car. She's real sensitive.
Brand-new, she was. She had the smell of a brand-new car. That's just about the finest smell in the world, 'cept maybe for pussy.
Has it ever occurred to you that part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids?
Ya know Pepper, ya can't polish a turd.
She'll possess you. Then destroy you. She's death on wheels. She's...