Let’s assess, shall we? Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I’m going to live or die. It’s definitely my kind of party.
Every level of the party has its guardians. Getting past the bouncer, easy. Getting past the friends, you need to know someone.
Any party we’re not invited to is definitely worth attending.
Zombies. Sounds like my kind of party.
Why should I align myself with either party when I don’t have the right to vote?
Wherever you hide, the party finds you.
There’s no point joining the party unless you get your little dacha.[to Greg]
The point and fun of having a party is who you don’t invite.
It’s true, I’m having a party. I’ve got three cases of imported beer, karaoke machine, and I didn’t invite Michael. So, three ingredients for a great party.
I miss the days when there was only one party I didn’t want to go to.
Do enjoy the party, Master Bruce.[Alfred Pennyworth]Was that a joke?[Bruce Wayne]I suppose.[Alfred Pennyworth]
