what's with all the whoo-whoo noises?
last time you said that the renaissance happened.
can i take him with me and have sex with his head?
you know, i was the one who created hell.
i started slow, though. for years, i was just giving people hot foots. actually, you can give all the credit for hell to my first wife; she was the inspiration. she was an ugly one, too. one day, she asked me if i wanted super sex. i said i'll take the soup.
take it easy there, chewbacca. in fact, you look like her mother, except she had more hair.
you know what was in hell when i came down here, cassius?
nothing. no mountains. no castles. looked like a giant parking lot. it wasn't even called hell.
boogerland!
i can't enjoy anything. i go fishing. i catch nothing. i go to orgies, i catch everything.
royal flush, you lose. off with the bra.
last time i saw a pair of jugs that big, two hillbillies were blowing on them.
all boobs and no balls.
i don't get no respect.
let me handle that.
and i'm not using a pineapple this time.