Me: lub ewe
J : EEwwwe..!
J : (some sort of floaty heart icony thing)
J : ok, so what about me..?
Me : You are my little Love Lamb. All trussed up for sweet, minty love.
J : eek
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You can run
But you can’t hide. I know where you live and your cats like me (read: will let me in).
Re: You can run
Damn. Need to hide the cats’ keys.
(475 4|\\|d 1337 5p34k
bwuahahahaha! F34r my m4573r p14|\|!
I’m sorry, I don’t speak jive.
Excuse me miss…I speak jive
Jiveman1: Sheeeet, man, that honkey mus’ be messin’ my old lady
got to be runnin’ col’ upsihd down his head!
Subtitle: GOLLY, THAT WHITE FELLOW SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE
OR I WILL PUNCH HIM.
Jiveman2: Hey Holm, I can dig it! You know he ain’t gonna lay no
mo’ big rap upon you man!
Subtitle: YES, HE IS WRONG FOR DOING THAT.
Jiveman1: I say hey sky, s’other say I won say I pray to J I get
the same ol’ same ol.
Subtitle: I KNEW A MAN IN A SIMILAR PREDICAMENT, AND HE ENDED UP
BEING SORRY.
Jiveman2: Knock yourself a pro slick. Gray matter back got
perform’ us’ down I take TCBin, man’.
Subtitle: DON’T BE NAIVE ARTHUR. EACH OF US FACES A CLEAR MORAL
CHOICE.
Jiveman1: You know wha’ they say: See a broad to get that bodiac
lay’er down an’ smack ’em yack ’em.
Subtitle: EARLY TO BED, EARLY TO RISE, MAKES A MAN HEALTHY,
WEALTHY AND WISE.
Together: Col’ got to be! Yo!
Subtitle: HOW TRUE!
Together: Sheeeeeeet!
Subtitle: GOLLY.
and also…http://rinkworks.com/dialect/
jive is one of the options.
Jiveman #1: Bet babe, slide a piece a da porter, drink si’ run th’ java.
(I would like the steak please. )
Jiveman #2: Lookie here, I can dig grease and butter on some draggin’ fruit garden.
(I’ll have the fish.)
Barbara fucking Billingsley. You go, hon.
*snicker*
Those scenes (along with the “looks like I picked the wrong week to give up drinking/sniffing glue/methamphetines/etc”) are just classic.
This? Why, I can make a hat or a brooch or a pterodactyl…
Johnny was fabulous, too.
Steve McCroskey: This fog is getting thicker.
Johnny: And Leon is getting laaaaarrrrrger.
Reporter: What kind of plane is it?
Johnny: Oh, it’s a big pretty white plane with a red stripes, curtains at the windows, wheels, and it just looks like a big Tylenol.
*fwoooom* lights go out
“Just kidding!”
*puts the plug back in the socket*
The tower, the tower! Rapunzel, Rapunzel!
Don’t forget the mwahahahaha. 🙂
Rex Kramer: Passengers Certain to Die!
Steve McCroskey: Airline Naked!
Johnny: There’s a sale at Penney’s!
RIP, Johnny.
Forgot this one!
Steve McCroskey: [to Mrs. Oveur] Now your husband is alive, but unconscious.
Johnny: Just like Gerald Ford.
there’s lots of little moments…
MCrosky : Roger, Elaine, Roger. I read you. This is Steve
McCrosky at Chicago air control, Back to you in
a minute ( To Tower ) Hold all takeoffs, I don’t
want another plane in the air. When the 508
reports, bring it straight in. Put out a general
bulletin to suspend meal service on flights out
of Los Angeles. Tell all dispatchers to remain at
their posts, its gonna be long night. How bout
some coffee Johnny?
Johnny : NO THANKS!
and
MCrosky : Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.
I want the best available man on this, a man who
knows that plane inside and out and won’t crack
under pressure.
Johnny : How ’bout Mr Rogers?
Re: Forgot this one!
OH, and “Me John, big tree!”
And from Airplane II when he’s Jacobs…
Steve McCroskey: Jacobs, I want to know absolutely everything that’s happened up till now.
Jacobs: Well, let’s see. First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di’s clothes. I couldn’t believe it.
Steve McCroskey: Jacobs, what have you got on Elaine Dickinson?
Jacobs: Well, I’m two inches taller, a better dancer, and much more fun to be with.
[the controllers thinking about the people in the hijacked airplane]
Controller #2: They’re screwed!
Controller #3: They’re dead!
Controller Jacobs: Did I leave the iron on?
Re: This? Why, I can make a hat or a brooch or a pterodactyl…
Hahaha! the big Tylenol line may be my favorite movie quote ever. Bless you.
Haha that’s fabulous.
Isn’t he a thweetie?
we’d been swapping silly IM’s all day.
We do too usually 🙂 Cept they are usually in not-understandable-by-anyone-else-but-us english.
LOL. Silly.
Not me!
“minty love”? The mind goes waaaaay too many places with that one. 😉
Liiiiiiiiiiike?
various mint-flavoured acouterments
*laugh* Minty goodness, hoooooo!