— Hey, Ross? I got a science question. If the Homo sapiens were, in fact, "homo" sapiens... is that why they're extinct?
— Joey, Homo sapiens are people.
— Hey, I'm not judging.
Kelso's not just some harmless guy pushing my buttons, Carla. He's a pod person.
A man with a little money is just like a cat with a bell around its neck. Every rat knows exactly where it is and what it is doing.
You see in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend. Those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.
What is it with you people? What kind of twisted upbringing did you have? You know why can't you just say: «Oh, that'll be a hundred gold coins?» Why does it always have to be, No, not unless you lay a magic egg, or count the hairs on a giant's ass?
Most of the members of the convent were old-fashioned Satanists, like their parents and grandparents before them. They'd been brought up to it and weren't, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren't. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in15tie-dye jeans andplaying guitars at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow.
Hey, it's our basic human right to be fuck-ups. This civilization was founded on fuck-ups. And you know what?
When I look at people, I don't see colors. I just see crackpot religions.