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? ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~