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.”
Until your foot slips, and… horror… existential horror returns you to your body, the site of all horror.
Have you ever had anyone over for dinner? Then you have tasted what it is to be Caesar!
"Oh, Ahab! You’re so shaggy. You’re just an old, shaggy Nantucket… geezer."
Look. I said that Stubb was like Popeye the Sailorman and I was right.
And little puffs of smoke are goin’ in Ahab’s face.
It seems more like Schumann, because he… you know, thought ghosts were whispering in his ears.
[Laughter that almost turns into choking.]