Good evening and welcome to the Birthing Suite. I'm pleased to announce the imminent arrival of your bouncing, bad-ass baby brother.

What're you building out here? –The future, Mr. Rango. The future.

What's up her gigantic, giant ass?

People have to believe in something.

Tonight, my unconventional conventionalists, you are to witness a new breakthrough in biochemical research.

What you lack is something that cannot be taught. You're not scary.

Boy, if I were President I'd put a stop to manners. That's what I'd do. I'd make a Proclamation.

You've made your bed. I just hope for your sake that you've cleaned the sheets. –Did I just get Saved?

(chuckles) We'd have more luck playing Pick-Up Sticks with our butt cheeks than we will getting a flight out of here before daybreak.

I have to warn you, Charlie from Northampton, I have a terrible habit of doing exactly the opposite of what people want of me.