The Attention Deficit Disorder Thread

I don't have two daughters; I have twin daughters. That's like having one child. Superone. When they get nervous or excited, that start finishing each other's sentences. With the red hair and the freckles, it's kinda creepy.

 

Have you been drinking non-stop?
No. Whiskey.

 

-Do me a favour and have a quiet word in an ear for me. If that fails, try poison. (pause, look) What? It worked for Uncle Claudius. Got him Denmark and everything. Of course, then they all died...well, I'm not saying the plan doesn't have a few infintesimal flaws.

 

As the good book says - albeit with some different words and a few more long winded sentences - fuck it.

 

-You did a real good job in killing that last hostile.
-Well, there's a nice, safe, generic name for it. I would've gone with `big fucking alien`.

 

You take the kitchen, I'll take the bedroom.
Because I'm a woman?
Because I told you to.

 

He married a pretty English English teacher from Hampshire.

 

It's nobody's business what two grown men do in the privacy of their own rectory.

 

I despise anarchy as much as religionists. Anyone who needs a leader to tell them to be anarchic is missing the whole point.

 

Been friends ever since.
Friends?
It's all a big act really, this thing we do. He'd die for me.
And vice versa?
He's not that good a friend.

 

What do you want to do?
I don't know.
How about a walk?
Definitely not.
The library?
(pause)
Okay.
Oh, good. It's outside, so we'll have to walk.

 

“Respect your efforts, respect yourself. Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both firmly under your belt, that's real power.” -Clint Eastwood

 

-Don't you ever sleep?
-A leader doesn't sleep. I have subordinates for that. You didn't get the memo?
-I stopped reading those years ago.

 

“If you guys are going to be throwing beer bottles at us, at least make sure they're full.”

 

Nice shot. You weren’t planning on procreating in this life, were you?

 

A wiry little Ulsterman named, with all due amusement, Paddy.

 

They wanna hang me. The big, black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything. Never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.

 

“I didn't know what I saw -- swamp gas, space ship, sundog, weather balloon. What impressed me was my parents' fear of reporting the sighting."

 

And that should have kicked over the budgie right then and there.

 

The sheer poetic irony of it; an atheist on a quest for a King.