Auctioneer: Where are you from?
Comicus: The only thing we Romans don't have a god for is premature ejaculation. But I hear that's coming quickly!
Count De Monet: Don't get saucy with me, Bernaise.
Dole Office Clerk: Occupation?
Empress Nympho: Say Bob, do I have any openings that this man might fit?
Marcus Vindictus: Don't you know your right flank from your left flank?
Oedipus: Give to Oedipus! Give to Oedipus! - Hey Josephus!
Swiftus: Oh you are nuts. N-V-T-S - nuts!
Madame DeFarge: We are so poor, we don't even have a language! Just a stupid accent!
Empress Nympho: [to her litterbearers] Could you *please* step on the same foot at the same time! My tits are falling off!
Empress Nympho: Virgins, put on your "no entry" signs! We are about to confront... guys!
Narrator: And of course, with the birth of the artist came the inevitable afterbirth - the critic.
Empress Nympho: Do I have any openings that this man might fit?
Marcus Vindictus: What bait must I use to catch your love? I am your servant.
[Condemned for offending Emperor Nero with his stand-up routine.]
King Louis XVI: It's good to be the king!
Count de Monet: It is said that the people are revolting.
Plumbing Salesman: Pipe the shit out of your house!
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