Livestock: Do you want to go into business with me?
Livestock: We're going to get a bunch of Saint Bernards, okay?
Livestock: And then we're going to put cameras in those little barrels around their necks.
Livestock: And we'll train them to look up skirts.
Livestock: And well post the videos on a website.
Moof: They won't do that.
Livestock: Why not?
Moof: They are too honorable.
Livestock: Not if we get them drunk first!
Livestock: Anyway all you have to do is supply the money.
Livestock: And help me train these dogs to look up dames' skirts!
He changed the subject after that, because I think he is afraid of becoming too successful.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!