Beatnik Hustler:
I saw a statue once. It was called, "the third time Phyllis saw me, she exploded."
Beatnik Hustler's Partner:
Man, what kind of statue was that?
Beatnik Hustler:
I dunno, it was made out of driftwood and dipped in fluoric acid. Very wild.
Walter Paisley:
I didn't mean to hurt you, Lou. But if you'd have shot me, you'd be moppin' up my blood now.
Maxwell H. Brock:
Life is an obscure hobo, bumming a ride on the omnibus of art.
Maxwell H. Brock:
Where are John, Joe, Jake, Jim, jerk? Dead, dead, dead! They were not born, before they were born, they were not born. Where are Leonardo, Rembrandt, Ludwig? Alive! Alive! Alive! They were born!
Alice:
You could use a little more heat around this place...!
Walter Paisley:
It's bad for the clay! You'll get used to it!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
