Welcome to Harlow Manor

People don’t throw things at me any more. Maybe because I carry a bow around. Thank God there are still legal ways to exploit developing countries. The ladies are dirty. Walk away. The ladies are dirty. Put the bunny, back in the box…

What’s that like? What’s it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway. May I also suggest a haircut? Yea. Goodspeed, to wish someone a prosperous journey. Why? A toast? Yeah. To high treason. That’s what these men were committing when they signed the Declaration.

But remember: The car is you, you are the car. Okay? Let’s ride! Lars? It’s me. Believe it! Someone took my… some f***ing… but it’s cool. We’re gonna deal with it. Oh yes, we’re gonna deal with it… He is living. Just not the way you think. I love pressure. I eat it for breakfast.

That’s funny, my name’s Roger… Two Rogers don’t make a right. You’re insane, Mason. The kid’ll have nightmares. I’ll spend all my money on shrinks. The only question is: “How do we arm the other 11?” I’m one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir. Got my first chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, we never saw the cat again, been into it ever since.