Willa: Why is your shirt so tight? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not gay, if that's what you're saying. Willa: I didn't say that. Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not a homosexual! Willa: I did not say that, but I see the loops on your shoes.
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Willa: Why is your shirt so tight? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not gay, if that's what you're saying. Willa: I didn't say that. Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not a homosexual! Willa: I did not say that, but I see the loops on your shoes.
Bob: I don't get mad. I don't get mad about anything anymore.
Sensei Sergio St. Carlos: You know what freedom is? No fear.
Perfidia: The message is clear. Free borders, free bodies, free choice and free from fucking fear.
Perfidia: Wake up, soldier boy. You died and went to pussy heaven, motherfucker.
Perfidia: My name is Perfidia Beverly Hills, and this is a declaration of war.
Perfidia: Babe, let's fuck when the bomb goes off.
Deandra: Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, Hooterville Junction. Willa: Will no longer be so goddamn relevant. Deandra: And women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow. Willa: Because black people will be in the street... Deandra: ... looking for a brighter day. Deandra, Willa: The revolution will not be televised.
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: You like black girls? I love 'em. I love 'em!
Virgil Throckmorton: Do you know a black militant by the name of Perfidia Beverly Hills? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Yes, I do. Virgil Throckmorton: And was she a member of the rebel group known as the French 75? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: She was. Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, did you engage in a romantic relationship with this woman? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Gentlemen, I have faced the enemy in open battle, and in the dark alleys and shadows of espionage. I was once raped in reverse. Virgil Throckmorton: Raped in reverse? Could you explain how that might work for us, Colonel Lockjaw? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: The enemy employed deception. I was drugged, and while unconscious my brain was not working but my power was, and I believe I was taken advantage of. Virgil Throckmorton: What kind of proof do you have? If you were unconscious, how do you know this to be true? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I don't know it to be true, but I suspect it. When I awoke, there was sensitivity in a private place, and there was some residue of an interaction. Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Interaction? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I believe she was a sperm thief. Sandy Irvine: A semen demon? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: That's correct. Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, what would be the purpose of the enemy raping you in reverse? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: They saw the power of my mind and body. They desired it.
Sensei Sergio St. Carlos: You know what freedom is? Bob: What? Sensei Sergio St. Carlos: No fear. Just like Tom fucking Cruise.
Bob: What was the fucking password, by the way, you fucking prick? Comrade Josh: Time doesn't exist yet it controls us anyway. Bob: Oh, fuck you, you fucking moron! Fuck you! You obviously don't have kids, you fucking idiot!
Virgil Throckmorton: Do you know a black militant by the name of Perfidia Beverly Hills? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Yes, I do. Virgil Throckmorton: And was she a member of the rebel group known as the French 75? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: She was. Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, did you engage in a romantic relationship with this woman? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Gentlemen, I have engaged the enemy face to face in battle, and in the dark alleys and shadows of espionage. I was once raped in reverse. Virgil Throckmorton: Raped in reverse? Could you explain how that might work for us, Colonel Lockjaw? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: The enemy employed deception. I was drugged, and while unconscious my brain was not working but my power was, and I believe I was taken advantage of. Virgil Throckmorton: What kind of proof do you have? If you were unconscious, how do you know this to be true? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I don't know it to be true, but I suspect it. When I awoke, there was sensitivity in a private place, and there was some residue of an interaction. Virgil Throckmorton: Interaction? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I believe she was a sperm thief. Sandy Irvine: A semen demon? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: That's correct. Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, what would be the purpose of the enemy raping you in reverse? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: They saw the power of my mind and body. They desired it.
Sensei Sergio St. Carlos: I've got a little Latino Harriet Tubman situation going on at my place. All legit. From the heart. No cash.
Willa: Why is your shirt so tight? Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not gay, if that's what you're saying. Willa: I didn't say that. Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not a homosexual! Willa: I did not say that, but I see the lifts in your shoes.
Junglepussy: My name is Junglepussy. This is what power looks like.
Bob: I can't do her hair, man. You know that? I don't know how to do her hair right.
Greeting Code Voice: I need the greeting code, Bob. Bob: Uhh, fuck. Well, I don't remember the fucking greeting code because I got a little bit high.
Bob: I need a weapon, man. All you've got are goddamn nunchuks here.
Roy More: Make it clean. Tim Smith: Clean? Roy More: We should all be able to eat off the floor.
Bob: There are no hands on the clock. Comrade Josh: Why? Bob: Because they're not needed. Comrade Josh: What time is it? Bob: Uhh, fuck. You know, I don't remember that part. Let's not nitpick over the passwords.
Willa: How did you get home? Bob: Well, with my car. Willa: You drove? Bob: So, what are you, my babysitter? Yeah, I know how to drink and drive, honey. I know what I'm doing.
Roy More: Lockjaw got his dick dirty. He needs to clean it.
Greeting Code Voice: Nothing is secure. Everything is wrong. No one is above suspicion.
Sandy Irvine: Merry Christmas. Hail, Saint Nick.
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'll be seeing you very soon. Perfidia: Not if I see you first, fuckface.
Danvers: Deandra, do you know how many people sit across from me and swear to God that they don't know?
Danvers: Motherfucker's sitting on plastic inside a metal container and he's still got jokes.
Sandy Irvine: Our aim and your aim is the same; to find dangerous lunatics, haters and punk trash and stop them. No more lunatics.
Perfidia: Every revolution begins fighting demons. Motherfuckers just end up fighting themselves
