I understand that you are handicapped by a natural immaturity, and I forgive you
The fate of the planet is in the hands of a bunch of retards I wouldn’t trust with a potato gun.
You know we’re sitting on four million pounds of fuel, one nuclear weapon and a thing that has 270,000 moving parts built by the lowest bidder. Makes you feel good, doesn’t it?
Martin: Did you go to your high-school reunion?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everybody had swelled.
Debi: Some people say that you have to forgive and forget. I dunno; I say forget about forgiving and just accept.
Debi: You know what you need?
Martin: What?
Debi: Shakabuku.
Martin: You wanna tell me what that means?
Debi: It’s a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Martin: Oh, that’d be good. I think.
[Into the mirror, preparing for his high school reunion.]
Martin Blank: Hi, remember me? I’m not married, I don’t have any kids, and I’d blow your head off if someone paid me enough.
Martin Q. ‘Marty’ Blank: I’m sorry if I fucked up your life.
Debi Newberry: It’s not over yet.
Current mood: sleepy
Current music: Olive – Outlaw
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