Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.

No, I'm all man. I even fought in WWII. Of course, I was wearing women's undergarments under my uniform.

My girlfriend still doesn't know why her sweaters are always stretched out.

In the afterlife you don't have to worry about looking for work.

The wind and the rain, gives this place a gleam that just isn't natural. And the ground, alive with crawling things, crawling death.

Well, I started thinking about what you were saying about how your movies need to make a profit. Now, what is the one thing, if you put it in a movie, it'll be successful?

Modern man is a hard-working human.