
(Source: goldenheartedattack)

(Source: goldenheartedattack)
Professor G.H. Dorr: And where is the counting room?
Gawain MacSam: Uh… it be right there in that square where you pointin’.
Professor G.H. Dorr: And what, to flog a horse that if not dead is at this point in mortal danger of expiring, does this little square represent?
Gawain MacSam: Offices. Underground.
Marva Munson: So y’all don’t play no hippity-hop? ”I Left My Wallet in El Segundo”. Songs with the titles spelled all funny?
Professor G.H. Dorr: Oh, no, no. We play music that has been composed to the greater glory of God.
Professor G.H. Dorr: You, madam, are addressing a man, who is in fact quiet and yet, not quiet, if I may offer to you a riddle.
(Source: wirdo)