There's just no stopping in a white zone. –Oh really, Vernon? Why pretend, we both know perfectly well what this is about. You want me to have an abortion. –It's really the only sensible thing to do. If its done safely, therapeutically there's no danger involved.
The Red Zone has always been for loading and unloading. There's never stopping in a White Zone. –Don't tell me which zone is for stopping and which zone is for loading! –Listen, Betty, don't start up with your White Zone shit again.
The White Zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in the Red Zone. –The White Zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in the Red Zone.
Attention. Attention, tributes. There has been a slight rule change. The previous revision allowing for two victors from the same district has been... revoked. And only one victor may be crowned. Good luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
Oh, no, sir! No, it wasn't quite like this. No, no. No, sir, it wasn't quite so handsome. And as for rules? We didn't carry military manuals around with us. We were out on the veldt fighting the Boer the way he fought us! I'll tell you what rule we applied, sir! We applied Rule 3-0-3. We caught them, and we shot them under Rule 3-0-3!
All right, listen up. Before we go any further I'm going to lay down a few rules, all right? Commandment number one: shut the hell up. Commandment number two: there's nothing I can do about the sun. Commandment number three: there are no more Jolly Ranchers. They're all gone. Commandment number four: when we pass a billboard, please don't read it out loud all right? Now come on, let's get going!