I do not think this makes a lot of sense, and I think we should rely on the Park Service to implement the regulations that they have in place with the restrictions so that people can enjoy our parks.
We had an apartment on west side of Central Park. The rent was very reasonable. We found out later that it belonged to a gangster called Legs Diamond and it was a front to his headquarters. It was fine.
My first job was at an amusement park in Virginia. It was the worst. I loved the park but once I'd worked there all the magic was gone from it. It just turned into a place I hated and I've never been there since.
[last lines] Dr. Alan Grant: Hammond, after some consideration, I've decided, not to endorse your park. John Hammond: So have I.
Ray Arnold: [alarms start going off in the control room] Fences are failing all over the park. John Hammond: Find Nedry! Check the vending machines!
Donald Gennaro: [pointing at the scientists in the lab] Are these characters... auto-erotica? John Hammond: No, no, no. We have no animatronics here. These are the real miracle workers of Jurassic Park.
My father moved out to Park City in in the mid-'70s and lived in a Winnebago behind a hippie joint called Utah Coal & Lumber that was one of only two or three restaurants at that time. Park City was a sleepy little mining town, with not a condo in si...
Sgt. Donny Donowitz: Teddy fuckin' Williams knocks it out of the park! Fenway Park on its feet for Teddy fuckin' Ballgame! He went yardo on that one, out to fuckin' Lansdowne Street!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [after the T-Rex failed to appear for the tour group] You see a Tyrannosaur doesn't follow a set pattern or park schedules, the essence of chaos.
Cecil Parkes: The page! For God's sake, the notes! Peter Helfgott: I'm sorry sir, I keep forgetting the notes. Cecil Parkes: Will it be asking too much to learn them first?
Cartman: Mom? If you were in a German "scheisse" video, you... you'd tell me, right? [short pause] Mrs. Cartman: Sure, hon.
Dr. Doctor: We accidentally replaced your heart with a baked potato. You have about three seconds to live.
[American representative stands up and clears his throat] [pause] American Representative: Fuck Canada! Canadian Representative: Hey fuck you buddy!
Kyle: Come on, Ike! Kick the baby! Ike: Don't kick the baby. Kyle: Kick the baby. [runs and kicks Ike through a window]
Terrence: [singing] Looks like we may be out of luck. Phillip: [singing] Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked!
Mr. Garrison: I can't wait to take leave so I can get me some fucking poontang.
The Mole: What do you think this is kid? T.V. kiddie hour where we all stand around and lick Barney the dinosaur fucking pussy?
Soldier: [marching by the Broflovskis' house] And I don't know what I've been told / Canadian pussy is mighty cold.
[to Phillip] Terrence: This is worse than the time when I fell asleep and you put your dick in my mouth and took a picture.
Terrence: You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn/ You just fuck your Uncle all day long!
[Kenny is falling into Hell, where he encounters the damned] George Burns: Hey, fuckface. Have you seen Gracie?
