Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every New Yorker's God-given right.
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Dan Aykroyd
Daniel Edward "Dan" Aykroyd (born July 1, 1952) is a Canadian-American actor, comedian, producer, voice artist, screenwriter, musician and businessman. He was an original member of the "Not Ready for Prime Time Players" on Saturday Night Live (1975–1979). A musical sketch he performed with John Belushi on SNL, The Blues Brothers, turned into an actual performing band and then a highly successful 1980 film, also called The Blues Brothers. He conceived and starred in Ghostbusters (1984), which spawned a sequel (Ghostbusters II) and eventually an entire media franchise. He voiced Chip the Wasp in the Antz franchise. In 1990, he was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his work in the 1989 film Driving Miss Daisy. He starred in his own sitcom, Soul Man, from 1997–98. Aykroyd is also a successful businessman, having co-founded the House of Blues chain of music venues and the Crystal Head Vodka brand. 2Early life Aykroyd was born on Canada Day (July 1), 1952 at Ottawa General Hospital in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. He grew up in Ottawa, Canada's capital, where his father, Samuel Cuthbert Peter Hugh Aykroyd, a civil engineer, worked as a policy adviser to Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudea
Connie: I think I'll have some Tang. Prymatt Conehead: Ah, Tang, the drink astronauts took to the moon. Beldar Conehead: Astronauts to the moon? [Beldar and Prymatt laugh]
[to Connie after they return to Earth] Your positive perception of me is vital to my existence. Besides, it is not every day a father can give the world to his child.
If, for some reason your life functions ceased, my most precious one, I would collapse, I would draw the shades and I would live in the dark. I would never get out of my slar pad or clean myself. My fluids would coagulate, my cone would shrivel, and I would die, miserable and lonely. The stench…
If, for some reason your life functions ceased, my most precious one, I would collapse, I would draw the shades and I would live in the dark. I would never get out of my slar pad or clean myself. My fluids would coagulate, my cone would shrivel, and I would die, miserable and lonely. The stench…
Prymatt Conehead: He was behaving like a flarndip? Connie: [Confused] Flarndip? Prymatt Conehead: A masher, a hustler, an uninvited grasper of cone. Beldar Conehead: [Overhears this and is irate] FLARNDIP?
Athletic Cone: I have learned much from watching the Garthok battle. It has weaknesses. I believe I can take it. Beldar Conehead: Uh-huh. And let me know when Elvis gets here.
Otto: Are you telling me you don't have a Social Security number? Beldar Conehead: Correct. Otto: Why not? Beldar Conehead: I am an illegal alien.
Take my car, its reinforced alloy superstructure is far superior to that of your broken down, rusted-out shit box.
Beldar Conehead: When my people come to colonize this planet, your name will be on the protected rolls, and you will come to no harm. Gladys Johnson, Driving Student: You are wise. But there's a sadness to your wisdom.
Beldar Conehead: An owner's manual to a Ford Lincoln Mercury Sable. Highmaster: Ford Lincoln Mercury Sable? Beldar Conehead: A personal conveyance named after its inventor, an assassinated ruler, a character from Greco-Roman myth and a small fur-covered mammal. Highmaster: Ah.
May I have 55 words with you?
Roman: There's no mystery here, Chet. I know how you really feel about me. Chet: Do you? Roman: Yeah, and I knew that if I was ever to give you something, you figure there'd be strings attached. Chet: Is that a fact? Roman: Yeah, that's a fact. At our wedding, you were in the john, Kate and Connie's…
Looks like you're wanking your crank.
[Chet and Roman are arguing] Chet: You've got an awful lot of nerve, Roman, a lot of nerve. Roman: It's served me well, I'm the one with the Mercedes. Chet: By the way, is it paid for? Roman: Are you jealous? Chester! Chet: Don't call me Chester! Call me that one more time and you're gonna go home…
What a gas! Chet's gonna shit a solid gold brick when he sees us, what a great surprise!
Look at the size of the maggots on that meat!
You wouldn't know a good time if it fell out of the sky and landed on your face and started to wiggle!
Personally, I'd rather see a 46-inch bust singing ‘Burnin' Love.’