Flintstones! Meet the Flintstones. They're the mobbish stone-age family. From the villa of Bedrock, they're a page right out of Godfather III. When we try Fred Flintstone, mm-hmm-hmm he's going to do hard time. Oh, yeah, he'll do time. A lot of jail time.
Also, I've noticed a couple of you have slipped back into being able to concentrate on your work and somehow manage to control your bowels. Which means I have no choice but to terrify you by ratcheting up the Alert Level a couple of notches to Black Watch Plaid! Oh, and I'm going to have to take some more drastic security measures, like, hmm, I don't know, installing a camera in the Ladies Room?
Oh, I've seen almost half of America. Everywhere I look I'm proud to see what I can see of Americans. Well, I can see, just take a look! –I'm Phil Ken Sebben. You may not know me, but I have 12 billion dollars here that says you'll vote for me regardless. –Phil Ken Sebben. Strength. Leadership. Vision. –Oh, almost forgot! I've taken every drug known to man, and not just orally. Just getting that out there. –Paid for by the people that gave Phil Ken Sebben 12 billion dollars.
It's a repeating gitbox made in 1870, used in the American West. Out there, guitars like this didn't enforce the law, they were the law. I didn't write that, it was on some asshole's website. I... wish I'd written it. It's a good line.
Our founding fathers guaranteed us certain protections... The freedom of speech, freedom of religion, the freedom to own and play stringed instruments of all kinds. Those founding fathers didn't place restrictions on these freedoms. They didn't say, 'The right to play guitar shall not be violated except when used to play Green Day's Time Of Your Life over and over again in the common area of your dorm!' No! Where will these restrictions end? A background check when you want to take up the banjo? A five-day waiting period to buy a Telecaster™? An all-out ban on the Flying V™ or, dare I say, Whammy Bar™?! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it is up to you to defend our right to keep and bear guitars!
(speaking to the jury) That thing. That thing! Ladies and gentlemen, what you... are here to answer, the question that frankly is never far (poot) from my own mind is... Did... you... get... that... thing... (clomp) Did you get that thing... that-uh...I sent ya? (poot)