“Blah blah blah, whale. Blah blah, boat, hole, swordfish."
They go toward the mysterious, misty spout… of ectoplasm.
‘This seems like a big joke, and the joke’s on me.’
“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."
“Well, let me at least mention the kind of floor I dance on in whatever country I come from.”