Mr. Pendanski: Stanley, if you’ve got any questions, just ask Theodore. Theodore will be your mentor. Got that, Theodore? Armpit: Yeah, man. Whatever, dude. Mr. Pendanski: I’m depending on you. It should be no labor to be nice to your neighbor.
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They all have their little nicknames; however, I prefer to use the names their parents gave them, the names society will recognize them by.
Mr. Pendanski: Good morning, Theodore! Armpit: Man, it’s Armpit! I don’t know no fool named Theodore. Mr. Pendanski: Well, I don’t know no fool named Armpit. [Hands him water] Here’s your water, whoever-you-are.
If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, / The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies. / The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, / And cries to the moon, / If only if only.
Stanley: Man how did she know my name? Zig-Zag: Oh, man, she’s got the whole place wired. Oh yeah, she has these little cameras and microphones all over the place. In the tent, in the rec room, in the showers. Stanley: They’re not in the showers. Squid: Oh don’t listen to him. I read his file. It sa…
It smells like puke from a mule been ruminating on asparagus for two weeks.
Mr. Pendanski: No one cares about Hector Zeroni. Stanley: I do.
Mr. Pendanski: You are here on account of one person; do you know who that one person is? Stanley: Yeah, my no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather, that’s who it is. Mr. Pendanski: No, you.
Magnet: Nobody messes with the Caveman. X-Ray: Did you see the Caveman back there? Stanley: I don’t wanna mess with anybody. Zig-Zag: Come on, Caveman. Stanley: ...I’m Caveman? Zero: Better than Barfbag.
Stanley: Look, it says KB. Zig-Zag: Yeah...yeah that’s Keith Barrenger. Squid: Who? Zig-Zag: He was in my math class.
He’s not going to take it. Come here—eat the cookie.
The patriarchy has seeped into women’s intestinal tracts. Let’s call it the pootriarchy.
— Jessica Bennett, Amanda McCall, Women Poop. Sometimes At Work. Get Over It.
The end came as silent as the leaves falling in autumn. There was no deciding moment; one day the leaves were falling then the next, the trees were bare. Our time has run out.
The root flaw in sapiosexuality, most critics would agree, is the attempt to exoticize an ambient, unremarkable aspect of romance — most of us want a partner who stimulates the mind as well as erogenous zones — in what feels like a declaration of superiority.
Stanley: I stole a pair of shoes. Squid: From a store or were they on someone’s feet? Zig-Zag: No, he killed the guy first, just left out that little detail, huh?
Getting a salad and then realizing that there are olives in it is a day-ruining experience.
[singing] You got to go and dig those holes. With broken hands and withered souls. Emancipated from all you know. You got to go and dig those holes.
X-Ray: Yeah, and maybe the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy are still alive. Squid: Maybe my mom’ll stop drinkin’ and my dad’ll come back. Twitch: Man when Caveman stole that truck...oh... Zig-Zag: That was awesome. Armpit: Yeah, Caveman did have style.
The single greatest aspect of living in New York is our superior breakfast sandwiches. It’s a fact.
People think we're dressing for men, but please. Men don't give a fuck.