"That just happens to be a flashlight glowing behind me Doyle. The sun does not shine from a certain part of my body. Get over the fact that I am not God. Yet! And get that stupid look off your face; you look like someone from The Monkee's"
Look Doyle, When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton, err Bauer always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
"Now Doyle, when you grab that gator you gotta remember to hold on tight and secure the jaws. See, she's grown up in the sewers, and that stench has made her extra ornery over the years."
"One of my favorite blogs is Blogs4Bauer.They make watching 24 a whole lot funnier with nicknames for everyone and humorous takes on things that should happen.
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Sloth! Do the Truffle Shuffle! Do the Truffle Shuffle, DAMMIT!
OK, we're the Goonies, but if I see One eyed Willie, I'm takin out his other eye, DAMMIT!
Wait! I think I hear someone singing some kind of song... it goes: "Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me..."
Surrender is the only option.
You know in soviet russia, the tunnel probes you.
No wonder your choo-choo doesn't work, Ricky. Look at all this water. DAMMIT!
Damn it, where are those Ninja Turtles?!
"CTU has demanded we find Ted Kennedy's morals. We thought this would be a good place to start."
ndwalters,
It made me think of the Goonies too. Ha!
"Who knew Dennis Kucinich would have a secret basement this elaborate?"
Look at the size of that turd!
Next week on Dirty Jobs...
tom riddle, what are you doing here?
"That just happens to be a flashlight glowing behind me Doyle. The sun does not shine from a certain part of my body. Get over the fact that I am not God. Yet! And get that stupid look off your face; you look like someone from The Monkee's"
There went my all too original goonies idea.
Here's to the last 2 hours of 24 for another 7 months.
Look Doyle, When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton, err Bauer always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
"Now Doyle, when you grab that gator you gotta remember to hold on tight and secure the jaws. See, she's grown up in the sewers, and that stench has made her extra ornery over the years."
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