I think if there is a God, I don’t know if it’s the one in the Bible, ’cause that’s a weird story, is He’s our father and we’re His children. That’s it. “Our father, who art in Heaven.” Where’s our mother? What happened to our mom? What did He do to our mom? Something happened. Somewhere in Heaven, there’s a porch with a dead lady under it, and I want the story. Somebody’s gotta check the trunk of God’s car for bleach and rope and fibers.
Well, how can we not have a mother?! At least, maybe, God’s divorced. Maybe he has an ex-wife. God’s a single dad and He’s raising us alone and we’re praying… and He’s like, “I’m trying! It’s just me up here!” Maybe that’s what’s going on. Maybe your life is your time… this is our weekend with Dad, that’s what life is… and then when you die, you go to mom’s house…
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Saturday Night Live (2014)
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I have this friend, he has a phone like an IM [Instant Message], and I really want him to die. Because I'm sick of getting this fucking messages from him: « I'm in a shoe store. » That's the all message. We're not secret agents, I don't need to know where you are.
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Shameless (2005)
Oh My God (2013)
Children would behave very differently. Because most parent would be murdering their own kids. [...] You'd be steping over dead kids, that would be like a new problem. « You have to clean up your kids when you kill them, because it's gross. It's bad for the environment. If you murder your child in a public place, please use one of the red bags that are in the dispensers every three feet in America. Put your murdered child in the red bag with the logo of a murdered kid on it, next to the other logo that tells you not to let your alive kid play with the plastic bag, because they might suffocate, in wich case, you can just leave him in the bag. »
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Oh My God (2013)
How do we have this amazing micro-technology? Because in the factories where they're making this, they are jumping off the fucking roof cause this is nightmare in there. You can let someone suffer imimmeasurably far away just so you can leave a mean comment on You Tube while you're taking a shit.
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Oh My God (2013)
And then my daughter comes home: « why did he die, daddy ? » Oh come on ! What am I gonna say ? « Why did he die ? » Because who gives a shit ! That's the reason. It's because it didn't matter that he was alive, that's why he's dead. He didn't know his name and he didn't love you back.
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Oh My God (2013)
Hum, je sais pas, je vais aller prendre une douche, je me sens pas très bien... »
And he goes « Here what I would do... » Because of course that's the only fucking point of asking me. He said if he had a time machine, he would have killed Hitler. [...] I was thinking « That's a noble purpose for a time machine ». I would have do that too, I would have gone back, but I wouldn't have killed Hitler. I would have raped him. Because I think that it would have been enough, that it would have stop him for doing all that shit. If he had been raped by me, he would never had pulled any of that stuff. « – Should we invade Poland? – I don't know, I'll just gonna take a shower... I don't feel good. »
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Shameless (2005)
I'm buying a Cinnabon … at the airport … I arrived at. You understand why that's extra disgusting, right? Because when you're at the airport you're leaving from, you can say, "Oh, I gotta eat. I need some food, because I might be trapped in the sky forever, so I should eat right now." But I've landed. The trip is over. I'm 20 minutes from my house, where I got bananas and apples and shit. And I'm sitting on my luggage just fucking eating a Cinnabon with a fork and knife.
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Chewed Up (2008)
I've started to kind of hate people, and it's not because I have anything against them. It's just, I enjoy it. It's recreation.
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Shameless (2005)