Legal humor here.
“Okay, you were right and I was wrong. Global warming is for real. Now will you get off your ass and start swimming?”
“I don’t know what to say, Roger. I always thought I’d be the one to give up show business.”
“Yeah, and what do we do if the tide isn’t going out?”
“I guess wishing for my own pony and my own desert island was pretty stupid.”
“I wasn’t the one who thought it would be funny to bite that cruise director on the ass. So I hope you like seaweed.”
“I know that salt water is hell on the mane. But I promise
you once we get on shore I’ll curry you like a motherfucker.”
“Silver wouldn’t be afraid. Trigger wouldn’t be afraid.
Hell, even Buttermilk wouldn’t be afraid. Stop acting like a goddamn pussy and
get on out there.”
“Can’t this wait until we’re, you know, on shore?”
“Oh, cut the crap. It was Survivor or it was the glue factory, and you know it!”
“The implication that our relationship was to be entirely terrestrial was indeed
substantial. But it was not absolute.”
