John Wilkes Booth: You know you really ought to do something about that stomach.
Zangara: I do everything about the stomach!
Booth: Oh yes?
Zangara: I give up wine. No good! I give up smokes. No good! I quit my work. No good! I move Miami. No good! I TAKE APPENDIX OUT! No good! Nothing no good! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
Booth: Have you considered shooting Franklin Roosevelt?
Zangara: You think that help?
Booth: It couldn’t hurt...
-- Assassins shows up how privileging hypotheses is done.
-- Assassins shows up how privileging hypotheses is done.
“Is it cold out in space, Bowie?”
“You can borrow my jumper if you like, Bowie!”
“Does the cold of deep space make your nipples get pointy, Bowie?”
“Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back to earth?”
“I bet you do, you freaky old bastard you!”
[...]
“Receiving transmission...from David Bowie’s nipple antennae!”
--Flight of the Conchords helps
That’s pretty far out!