I know that many of the citizens here are former circus hands, and I just thought that...
NMr. Nut
You thought that because I am a person of short stature, that the only career I could procure for myself would be one confined to the so-called 'Big Top'. You took one quick look at me, and decided that you could deduce my entire life. Never would it have occurred to you that a person of my height could have possibly obtained a degree in Hotel Management.
Well then why should I take offence? Just because it's human nature to make instantaneous judgements of others based solely upon their physical appearances? Why I've done the same thing to you, for example. I've taken in your all-American features, your dour demeanour, your unimaginative necktie design, and concluded that you work for the government; an FBI agent... but do you see the tragedy here? I have mistakenly deduced you to a stereotype. A caricature, instead of regarding you as a specific, unique individual.
Mr. Nut, the kind-hearted manager here, convinced me that to make a living by publicly displaying my deformity lacked dignity. So... now I carry other people's luggage. I believe these are your trailers; if they are not... then I am wrong.
[Mulder takes the suitcases from Lenny and tips him]
LLenny
Oh, that's most considerate. Thank you very much.
[Mulder shows Scully that he still has the tip in his hand]
LLenny
Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite. No, no, that's... that's not what I meant... I... I didn't mean to imply that we had bedbugs... I... I meant to say don't let... don't let the...
What, are you sick? I tell my audiences that if they're stupid enough to try this on themselves they'll end up with a slight lobotomy. I am a professional.
[crashing a funeral] Not having known the deceased personally, I am in no position to perform a proper eulogy! "I'm sure he was a nice guy," et cetera, et cetera. But as an admirer of the man's work, I am in a position to perform an impromptu tribute in his honor! Namely, ramming this spike into my chest! [does so]
What, are you sick? I tell my audiences that if they're stupid enough to try this on themselves they'll end up with a slight lobotomy. I am a professional.
Starting in my homeland of Yemen, I trained with yogis, fakirs, and swamis, learning the ancient arts of body manipulation. But most men know nothing of these arts. For instance, did you know that through the protective Chinese practice of Tieu Bhu Xian, you can train your testicles to draw up into your abdomen?
See, this is a helium balloon here and the one thing I did learn in kindergarten is when you let them go they float up, up and away, but see this is moving away from him. Horizontally.
