I have to retrieve the sugar bowl, then I’m going up to the roof to retrieve the Medusoid Mycelium, then I’m going down to the lobby to poison everyone, then I’m going back up to the roof to escape the authorities. It’s a lot of ups and downs, but hey, so is life.
I don’t have time to read a bunch of amendments![Hook-Handed Man: You seem stressed, boss. You should take some deep breaths. Maybe a short constitutional.]
Girls were falling all over me in school, and not just because I would extend my leg when they walked by. I was a lone wolf, a mysterious stranger, a member of the drama club.
Genius ideas are simple, like the wheel or neurosurgery.
Did you ever know a woman, truck driver, who took your heart and rattled it like a baby in a cage? Who joined you for years on a sequence of heists and schemes until the two of you were forced apart by circumstance, and also because you ran off in the middle of the night with a bunch of her valuables?
Baudelaires, Baudelaires. Wherever you go, I’m always one step behind you.
Ah, cocktail hour. When the sky is gold with the promise of fortunes and sparkling with the light of a thousand stolen sapphires.
A fish bone? Are you trying to kill me? I’m impressed.[to Baudelaires]
A fake doctor’s work is never done.
You see, a scheme is like a fire. Everything must be in order for it to work. You need matches, torches, an angry mob that won’t listen to reason, and the right sort of kindling. Orphans, for instance, tied to the wooden stake.
This school has a new kind of spirit energy. A sense of unity and joy which you usually cannot find unless you are at a birthday party or a public hanging.
Poetry? You’ll stop at nothing to make me talk.
