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| WAYNE: All I have to say about that is "asphinctersayswhat". ARCADE OWNER: What? WAYNE: Exactly. STACY: Happy anniversary, Wayne. WAYNE: Stacy, we broke up 2 months ago! STACY: Well, that doesn't mean we can't still go out, does it? WAYNE: Well it does actually, that's what breaking up is. WAYNE: It will be mine. Oh yes. It will be mine. GLEN: I'd never done a crazy thing in my life before that night. Why is it that if a man kills another man in battle it's called heroic, yet if he kills a man in the heat of passion it's called murder. WAYNE: Exsqueeze me? Baking powder? WAYNE: I like the cream of "sum yung gai." GARTH: Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played girl bunny? WAYNE: No... No! GARTH: Neither did I. I was just asking. WAYNE: Yes, officer, is there a problem? T-1000: Have you seen this boy? WAYNE and GARTH: We're not worthy! We're not worthy! WAYNE: She will be mine. Oh yes -- she will be mine. STACY: Aren't you gonna open your gift? WAYNE: If it's a severed head I'll be really upset. |
| Wayne's World 2 |
| DEL: Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopkeeper and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really, but sure enough I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show. DEL: To the left and right of the stage are machine-gun pillboxes, M-60 Browning. Now these babies tend to heat up so shoot in 3 second bursts. In the event of capture I will personally distribute these cyanide capsules to be placed under the tongue like so. Any questions? GARTH: Yes, I have a question. When did you turn into a nutbar? GARTH: So, did Jim Morrison give you Del Preston's exact address? WAYNE: Yeah, he said EXACTLY London, England. HONEY HORNE: So, would you like to have dinner one night? GARTH: Oh, I like to have dinner every night. HONEY HORNE: Take me, Garth! GARTH: Where? I'm low on gas and you need a jacket. WAYNE: Who are you? JIM MORRISON: I'm Jim Morrison. WAYNE: And who's he? JIM MORRISON: A weird naked indian. WAYNE: Here we are, at Piccadilly Circus! GARTH: Wow, what a shitty circus. WAYNE: Good call. There's no animals or clowns! What a ripoff! WAYNE: Exsqueeze me? A baking-powder? |
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