That silly “We No Speak Americano” song just popped into my head.

“Which one of you fuckers was Googling “horse cumshots facial” on my fucking laptop again? Seriously guys!”

“Hey Travolta, I forget which finger you prefer.”

Does he own any other shirts?

And now this strange parasite begins the next stage of its life cycle, slowly metamorphosing into Randy Quaid in hopes of attracting a mate.

Hey, Michael Moore lost alotta weight.

He’s just hailing a cab, Tarrantino style…

Quentin:
“Yo cabbie! I need to go to 32nd street…and Let me tell you what ‘Like a Virgin’ is about. It’s all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It’s a metaphor for big dicks.

‘Like a Virgin’ is not about this sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That’s what “True Blue” is about, now, granted, no argument about that. Lemme tell you what ‘Like a Virgin’ is about. It’s all about this cooze who’s a regular fuck machine, I’m talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.

Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it’s like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the ‘Great Escape’, he’s digging tunnels. Now, she’s gettin’ the serious dick action and she’s feeling something she ain’t felt since forever. Pain. Pain.

It hurts her. It shouldn’t hurt her, you know, her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, ‘Like a Virgin’.

Cabbie: Howz about you shuts the fuck up.

Please utilize all the buttons provided you.

John Wayne had some ugly kids…

And I call this finger “Mr. Pink”…..what’s that? Why? Oh, I think you know good and well WHY, John Joseph Travolta.

He’s turning into BIll Murray…

“Now just hold on a second and I can finish telling you why you should think I’m so awesome!”

He always appears to be physically suffering for some reason, like he is in some sort of pain.

I think he is just re-telling one of John Travolta’s favourite gay bath house stories.

So…I want all you people looking at this picture to make that exact gesture with your hands that Tarentino is making.

Don’t you feel like a complete pretentious douche? Seriously- one of the least natural, most idiotic gestures of all time right there.

The only people who should be allowed to use their hands that way have debilitating autism and zero social skills. Hey, waitaminute…

So you come out of the bank shooting motherfuckers left and right.

I see they called a recess at the Magic: The Gathering marathon.

“So this giant and a midget walk into a bar and they both order a ‘Rusty Trombone’. So I’m standing there thinking ‘ here’s an easy way to make forty fucking dollars.’ So I walk up behind them and … what, you fucking heard this one before?”

Oh, I know I left my good looks and charm somewhere over by Get A Fucking Clue St. Hmmmm.

Now did I park my car over there, or over there?

Pathetic “director” was allowed out without mdical supervision.

Chk Chk. BOOM!

Too bad he didn’t have a “Bruce Lee” accident while filming the drug suppliers scene in “The Desperado”.

“Let me think–I think my ironic hipness went that way…”

Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? F-ing Charlie Chan. I got Madonna’s big dick coming out of my left ear, and Toby the Jap… I don’t know what – comin’ out of my right.

OK, all you bitches… IfuckingbangedUmaThurman OKAAAAYYYY?

“swear to god his dick was this long” !!