“Shut up, you two. And don’t spill the beans. We’ve got a good 20 minutes left to fill.”
“The mighty birch: King of all trees. Ask for it by name!”
“Hello! I am FRENCH!”
“Can you tell I am French?”
“Weird sexual tension.”
“You know what a miracle is, Lieutenant?” “The words “The End.””
“A watch? For 50 years of movie service?”
“One day I’ll be able to tell this to my three-headed grandchildren.”
“I inhabit a nightmarish universe all my own.”
“But y’know these gas diets… ya’ gain it all back right away.”
“It’s like waking up, rolling over, and seeing Jim Varney!!”
“No, no. Danny, Danny, not the clown suit, Danny. No.”
“Hey, I don’t feel like I should be watching this.” “Me neither.”
“Yeah, where’s that copy of Aviation Weekly?” “Turn to the Cessna-- woo.”
“I was born to be wild. My mom said I was.”
“I feel so dirty after that.”
“Football practice!”
“Hey, does this movie have a continental breakfast?” “Uh, no. No. They, uh, lost the continental breakfast.”
Just once I’d like to see a zombie with a little more get-up-and-go!
Every movie from the South is going to thank a trailer service at some point
“Oh… oh… sorry Mike… flesh!”