Difference between revisions of "The Gnarly Adventures of Busman/Quotes"
Wikisimpsons - The Simpsons Wiki
Solar Dragon (talk | contribs) |
m (→top: typos fixed: thne → then) |
||
| Line 4: | Line 4: | ||
{{qf|[[Mr. Burns]]}} To the city, my good man! I trust this will be adequate compensation! | {{qf|[[Mr. Burns]]}} To the city, my good man! I trust this will be adequate compensation! | ||
{{qf|Otto}} It's a start, but I can't eat money, y'know! | {{qf|Otto}} It's a start, but I can't eat money, y'know! | ||
| − | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} Very | + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} Very well—show him what else we have to offer! |
{{qf|Otto}} Whoa! Why didn't you say so? Hop, in man! | {{qf|Otto}} Whoa! Why didn't you say so? Hop, in man! | ||
---- | ---- | ||
{{qf|Otto}} We pulled out at dusk. The vampires would be out soon, searching for freash blood! As I watched the sunset in the rearview mirror, I figured we were safe as long as we kept moving. But I forget one thing... you can't see vampires in the rearview mirror! | {{qf|Otto}} We pulled out at dusk. The vampires would be out soon, searching for freash blood! As I watched the sunset in the rearview mirror, I figured we were safe as long as we kept moving. But I forget one thing... you can't see vampires in the rearview mirror! | ||
---- | ---- | ||
| − | {{qf|Otto}} I kicked him out, | + | {{qf|Otto}} I kicked him out, then I figured I'd better get back to driving the bus. But the last guy was one tough dude! Things were getting pretty hairy when.... |
---- | ---- | ||
| − | {{qf|Otto}} The desert. A road stretchs across this barren wasteland, flat and straight like the neck of a really, realyl huge guitar, only it's made of concrete and has a yellow line down the middle of it. Few dare travel here, for, in the years since the nuclear war, this has become the domain of the mutant vampires, these rally gnarly dudes with great big point teeth. It is a hard | + | {{qf|Otto}} The desert. A road stretchs across this barren wasteland, flat and straight like the neck of a really, realyl huge guitar, only it's made of concrete and has a yellow line down the middle of it. Few dare travel here, for, in the years since the nuclear war, this has become the domain of the mutant vampires, these rally gnarly dudes with great big point teeth. It is a hard world—a lonely world—a dangerous world. All kinds of scray stuff lurks aroudn every corner. |
{{qf|Sound}} Splat | {{qf|Sound}} Splat | ||
{{qf|Otto}} But this is my world. I am... Busman. | {{qf|Otto}} But this is my world. I am... Busman. | ||
---- | ---- | ||
| − | {{qf|Otto}} The rest of the night was | + | {{qf|Otto}} The rest of the night was quiet—except that bounty hunter dude really snored. We reached the city at dawn. 'Cuz we had all, like, bonded during our life-or-death struggle, parting was kinda bittersweet... |
{{DEFAULTSORT:Gnarly Adventures of Busman/Quotes, The}} | {{DEFAULTSORT:Gnarly Adventures of Busman/Quotes, The}} | ||
Revision as of 08:08, July 1, 2020
- Otto: Where to, dudes?
- Mr. Burns: To the city, my good man! I trust this will be adequate compensation!
- Otto: It's a start, but I can't eat money, y'know!
- Mr. Burns: Very well—show him what else we have to offer!
- Otto: Whoa! Why didn't you say so? Hop, in man!
- Otto: We pulled out at dusk. The vampires would be out soon, searching for freash blood! As I watched the sunset in the rearview mirror, I figured we were safe as long as we kept moving. But I forget one thing... you can't see vampires in the rearview mirror!
- Otto: I kicked him out, then I figured I'd better get back to driving the bus. But the last guy was one tough dude! Things were getting pretty hairy when....
- Otto: The desert. A road stretchs across this barren wasteland, flat and straight like the neck of a really, realyl huge guitar, only it's made of concrete and has a yellow line down the middle of it. Few dare travel here, for, in the years since the nuclear war, this has become the domain of the mutant vampires, these rally gnarly dudes with great big point teeth. It is a hard world—a lonely world—a dangerous world. All kinds of scray stuff lurks aroudn every corner.
- Sound: Splat
- Otto: But this is my world. I am... Busman.
- Otto: The rest of the night was quiet—except that bounty hunter dude really snored. We reached the city at dawn. 'Cuz we had all, like, bonded during our life-or-death struggle, parting was kinda bittersweet...
