No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it-the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and...what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those. (Arthur M. Jolly)

No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it-the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and...what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those.

Arthur M. Jolly

Related topics

dead eat face father fly ground kind meat offense ones rotting white wriggling jim eggs

Related quotes