I gotta thing about chickens.
You come straight mith with me, you slime bag, or I swear, I'll save this state an execution!
I know who I am!
Alas... how terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the wise, Johnny?
You know what they say about slugs. They always leave slime in their tracks.
The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal. And yours belongs to ME.
They say there's enough religion in the world to make men hate each other, but not enough to make them love.
No matter how cleverly you sneak up on a mirror, your reflection always looks you straight in the eye.
I have old-fashioned ideas about honour. An eye for an eye... stuff like that.
I want you to show right now how much you love God! I want you to show as your tithe! I want you to open up your hearts! And open up your wallets! And open up your purses! And give it up! Praise the Lord! Somebody's been talking about me, talking about I've been riding around in a Cadillac! If you love me, and you wanna give to me, then I should be in a Rolls Royce!
Hallelujah! Permit me to be transmittable, Hallelujah! Permit me to be reincarnatable, Hallelujah! Permit me to be reproducible, Hallelujah! For His Kingdom is yours! Today! Right now! Follow me! Follow me! Follow me through His peace! Yes! Oh Hallelujah!
You'd have enjoyed our gumbo.