Get some sleep, Pam. You look tired.

As you wish.....

Am I going MAD, or did the word “think” escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass.

Let me explain. No, there is no time. Lemmie sum up.

I think it's my all time favorite movie.

Have fun storming the castle!

One of my top ones for sure!

"Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!"

"No. I am your father."

"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse."

Inconceivable!

My name is Inigo Montoya!

Some men just want to watch the world burn.

I donnot tink it means what you tink it means.....

Is this a kissing book?

Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?

If there are, we all be dead.

No more rhymes now, I mean it.

Anybody want a peanut?

Oh, this your wife, huh? A lovely lady. Hey baby, you must've been something before electricity.

LOVE that movie, Backstreets.

'How would you like to mow my lawn?'

Nice to meet you mole.

We're kinda like 7-eleven. We're not always doing business but we're always open.

I hear this place is restricted, Wang, so don't tell 'em you're Jewish, okay?

So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.

A looper?

A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

"This may smell bad, kid, but it'll keep you warm until I get the shelter up…Ugh. And I thought they smelled bad on the outside."

This your place, Carl?

Yeah, whatta ya think?

It's really... awful.

Well, I got a lot of stuff on order. You know... credit trouble

This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.