Don't call me stupid!
It's K-K-K-Ken, coming to k-k-kill me!
What was the middle thing?
I used to kill for the C.I.A.
A pound says you won't kill her.
Are you thinking or are you mid-stutter?
Hey! Great fish! A little squeeze of lemon, some tartar sauce - perfect!
Well, Ken... I'm going to ask you some questions, while I eat my chips. First, who was the philosopher who developed the concept of the superman in Also sprach Zarathustra? No? That's a chip up the nose, I'm afraid.
So the old lady's gonna m-m-meet with an accident, eh, K-K-Ken?
I had a good friend in the CIA, had a stutter. Cost him his life, damn it.
It's a Buddhist meditation technique, focuses your aggression. The monks used to do it before they went into battle.
I don't believe in jealousy. It's for the weak. One thing, though. Touch his dick and he's dead!
Now, about my sister. Look, she's a very sexy girl. I understand you wanting to play around with her. It's OK, I was wrong. I'm sorry I was jealous. Just go ahead. Pork away, pal.
To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people. I've known sheep that could outwit you. I've worn dresses with higher IQs!
I looked at the clock, 'cuz I was saying to myself "Where could he be going at five to seven with that sawed-off shotgun?"
Hey, I've lost my stutter. It's gone. I can speak. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood!
Your father has gone completely mental.
You can stick this marriage right in your bottom.