Arthur M. Jolly Quotes

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.

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

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

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.

The only thing that matters is what you do now, here.

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?

You know they're all gay, right? … Male strippers. Fruity as cake. Queer as a cardinal.

Every battle, every war - is fought for things worth dying for.