Well, that was fun. How about round 3? Thank you.
1# The wolf’s bloodline must be severed; the last remaining werewolf must be destroyed. It’s you David.
2# 1957 was a big year. The Russians put that Sputnik into outer space, the Dodgers played their last game at Ebbets Field to say goodbye to Brooklyn, that guy shot Frank Costello in the head, and missed, and the Gallo brothers whacked Albert Anastasia in the barber shop of the Sheraton View hotel. It was total chaos. With Anastasia out of the way, Vito Genovese figures he’s the big boss. But Carlo Gambino and Joe Bananas, they had other ideas. So they called a meeting. A big meeting.
3# Wings count as legs.
4# Honestly, Boon, you’re twenty-one years old. In six months you’re going to graduate, and tomorrow night you’re going to wrap yourself in a bed sheet and pour grain alcohol all over your head. It’s cute, but I think I’ll pass this time.
5# Imagine a king who fights his own battles. Wouldn’t that be a sight?
6# You know, I never feel comfortable on these sort of things. Victims? Don’t be melodramatic. Tell me. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stopped moving forever? If I offered you twenty thousand pounds for every dot that stopped, would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money, or would you calculate how many dots you could afford to spare? Free of income tax, old man. Free of income tax – the only way you can save money nowadays.
7# My God! The Dukes are going to corner the entire frozen orange juice market!
8# You had a bullet from World War I in your leg, James! How did it get there?
9# It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.
10# That ditch is Boss Kean’s ditch. And I told him that dirt in it’s your dirt. What’s your dirt doin’ in his ditch?
11# I wish you’d make your mind up; I don’t normally make castle-calls in the middle of the night yeu kneuw!
