Arthur M. Jolly Quotes

Spending the day with you has been marginally better than watching mother die of cancer.

A servant is the true reflection of his master.

The answer is what the answer always is, that we are animals, that at the end we turn on each other, tearing each other apart. To survive. Throw Lubov to the men in the guard shack like a scrap of meat to a pack of wolves... why not, it is for survival. Fight, kill each other, over the warmth of the stove? Of course - it is survival. I refuse to survive. But I will live.

Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers.

One of those monstrosities that nature so cruelly inflicts upon her world, like a two headed calf or a servant with ginger eyebrows.

I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead.

I hate whales. I hate them. I can’t stand those stupid, blubbery, floating around, self-indulgent smug-faced krill-eating fat jerks with all their sycophantic hippie save-the- planet peacenik eco-terrorist generation X-er groupies. Greenpeace? Get a job!

Don’t be afraid, my Lord. My father always says that fear is the devil’s hairbrush, although no one knows quite what he means by it.

People who are intolerant, categorize and over-react... should all be dragged against a wall and shot.

No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it—the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and...what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those.

Marriage is the safe harbor men proffer from a tempest they themselves conjure into creation.

The waves round the horn will toss us to and fro, to and fro like a rubber duckie in the bathtub of an angry God.

Get me a drink, or I'll tell you I love you. I'll wake you up in an hour or two, crooning, all sloppy and maudlin, tell you I love you really. You'd like that, right? Hearing Momma tell you she loves you? Isn't that what you want, deep inside?

Just because you’re living in blissful oblivion doesn’t mean you’re not responsible.

You can't make cheese from rats. … It's hard enough just milking the little beggars.