Nothing But Trouble

Nothing But Trouble

Chris Thorne: Death for running a stop sign?
J.P.: And for being a banker. That's the double death.

J.P.: Y'know, you are worse than a week of yellow shitstorms.

Chris Thorne: [passing "No Cussing" sign] Shit.

Chris Thorne: They're Brazillianaires, they have breakfast at 2pm in the afternoon.

[Judge Valkenheiser calls his court to order...]
J.P.: Hoola, Hoola, Hoola! Boola Boola Boola! Look who's got the front seats to the Mexican hat dance now! Just like a bunch of spiders in a birthday cake!

J.P.: Welcome to Supper! How 'bout a nice glass of Hawaiian Punch?

Fausto: I won't have my sister, who was once the Queen of the Mardi Gras, sitting at a table with a pickle-shooting train!

J.P.: There you go! Does the Pope wear a hat, was Sergeant York's mother an angel, and will a banker grope for money?

J.P.: If it's an ambulance you got a chance, if it's in a hearse, it's gotta be worse!

J.P.: You really put the pin in the party hog now, girl!

J.P.: Get yer Eye-talian loafers outta my bedpan!

Chris Thorne: 110 blocks in less than 15 minutes, not bad for a one-eyed Russian immigrant.

Fausto: Where are we going?
Chris Thorne: We're going to Atlantic City. Get in the trunk.

Chris Thorne: I should have known. A Brazillionaire never forgets.

J.P.: Go fuck a bug.

[passing two dirty bikers]
Chris Thorne: Evil Knievel and Mr. Clean.

Renalda: I didn't forget the butter. Alberto, the butler, forgot the butter.

[passing by three half-buried dolphins]
Chris Thorne: This must have been where they buried Flipper.
Fausto, Renalda: Flipper is dead?!

Miss Purdah: Don't you know you're not supposed to see the bride on the big day?
Chris Thorne: Big day? What is it - Halloween?

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