“I want a freaky tall old man.”
And, uh, you know what sailors do when they get upset. It’s not pretty.
I say to you, have you ever been onboard a whal—a whaling vessel? I thought not. So why don’t you shove it?”
“So you might disagree with me about polar bears."
"And, uh, the meaninglessness of eternity in the wrinkled face of that… biting monster."
"They think I’m wearing perfume. It’s just how I smell because I’m holy.”
“Well, let me at least mention the kind of floor I dance on in whatever country I come from.”
Uhm… we’re just goin’ down the slide into… [very long pause] whale city.
“He’s got so many frickin’ leftover harpoons in him, he looks like a pin cushion.”