— What's wrong with him?
— My first thought would be a lot.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by observing its prisoners.
— Tell me, Skip, is the U. S. Marshal Service in the habit of employing annoying, wiseass bookworm creeps?
— Larkin's one of the best we got.
— Yeah, well, I'd still like to crush his larynx with my boot.
— Hello, Bob. Wanna come over for dinner?
— Are you sick?
— Why do you ask?
— You look sick.
— I am sick.
— You take medicine?
— There is no medicine for what I have.
— Wanna sing?
— Sing?
— Do you know "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands"?
— Yes, I do.
— He's got the whole world in
His hands
He's got the whole wide world
Come on.
He's got the whole world
in His hands
He's got the whole wide world
in His hands
It's on the ground. Repeat.
The plane is on the ground.