“I'm sure that we can handle this situation maturely, just like the
responsible adults that we are. Isn't that right, Mr. Poopy Pants?”
“Wilma, I promise you; whatever scum did this, not one man on this force will rest one minute until he's behind bars.
Now, let's grab a bite to eat.”
“Looks like the cows have come home to roost.”
“I couldn't believe it was her, it
was like a dream. But there she was, just as I remembered her - that delicately
beautiful face and
a body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.
a body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.
And breasts that seemed to say, "Hey! Look at these!"”
“Like a midget at a urinal, I
was going to have to stay on my toes.”
“It's a topsy-turvy world,
and maybe the problems of two people don't amount to a hill of beans.
But this is our hill. And these are our beans!”
“Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel my way
through.”
"Truth hurts. Maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with the seat
missing, but it hurts."
“You take a chance getting up in
every morning, crossing the street or sticking your face in a fan.”
“It's true what they say – ‘Cops and women don't mix’. It's like
eating a spoonful of Drano. Sure it'll clean you out, but it'll leave you hollow
inside.”
"Jane, since I've met
you I've noticed things that I never knew
were there before;
were there before;
birds singing, dew
glistening on a newly formed leaf, stoplights."
"Oh, and one more
thing: I faked every orgasm!"
"He's in the intensive
care ward at Our Lady of the Worthless Miracle."
"I can't hear you!
Don't fire the gun while you're talking!"
"Who would do such a
thing?
Frank: It's hard to tell. A gang of thugs, a blackmailer, an angry husband, a gay lover...
Frank: It's hard to tell. A gang of thugs, a blackmailer, an angry husband, a gay lover...
"Entering without a search
warrant, destroying property, arson, sexual assault with a concrete
dildo...
what the hell's got into you, Frank?"
what the hell's got into you, Frank?"
"A parachute not
opening... that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine...
having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna
go."
"I'd known her for
years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her,
but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the
Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or
be able
to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact
I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was.
poopy [`pu:pɪ] obesrane
scum [skʌm] łajdak, szumowina
roost [`ru:st] siedzieć na grzędzie
melt [melt] topić
mitget [`mɪdʒɪt]
karzeł
topsy-turvy [topsɪ`tə:vɪ]
wywrócony do góry nogami
amount to a hill of beans- być mało
znaczącym
orgy [`o:dʒɪ]
orgia
fan [fæn] wentylator
hollow [holəu]
wydrązony, pusty w srodku
thug [θʌg] bandzior
search warrant
[sə:ʧ `wornt] nakaz
rewizji
concrete
dildo [`konkri:t dɪldo]
betonowy sztuczny penis
bite off [baɪt
ɔf] odgryźć
Laplander –
związany z Laponią : )
