Quotes About Sasquatch

Yo, I'm god incarnate. From the grimiest back blocks. Pazienza lyrical equivalent of Sasquatch

Laistrygonians. Cannibals. Northern Giants. Sasquatch legend. Yep, yep. They are not birds. Not birds of North America.

I walked out of 'Harry and the Hendersons.' Harry bugged me; I don't know. Yeah, it's weird because I think Sasquatches are great, but not then. Maybe not that weekend - I don't know. I don't know what it was.

The Canadian Identity, as it has come to be known, is as elusive as the Sasquatch and Ogopogo. It has animated—and frustrated—generations of statesmen, historians, writers, artists, philosophers, and the National Film Board ... Canada resists easy definition.

Who told you this little gem? Chuck. Some random Chuck. There's a reliable-sounding source of information. He's a Wild Man of the Woods. You're taking advice from a sasquatch? You know they eat people, right? Chuck's a hugan. A what? Vegan, but with people. For fuck's sake, Jared. There's a difference between giving your power willingly and having power ripped from you. Did Chuck the fucking sasquatch tell you that? They don't like to be called sasquatches. You would drive a saint to murder.

For fuck's sake, Jared. There's a difference between giving your power willingly and having power ripped from you. Did Chuck the fucking sasquatch tell you that? They don't like to be called sasquatches. You would drive a saint to murder.

I turn to our father, searching for an ally. So Dad, is it legal for Bronte to date out of her species? Dad looks up from his various layers of pepperoni and breadless cheese. Date? he says. Apparently the idea of Bronte dating is like an electromagnet sucking away all other words in the sentence, so that's the only word he hears. You're not funny, Bronte says to me. No, I'm serious, I tell her. Isn't he like... a Sasquatch or something? Date? says Dad.

When I was on 'Haven,' my nickname was 'Sasquatch.'

I swear," Hal said, "this place is like the Bermuda Triangle. It's friggin' spooky. I went out to feed the monkeys last night, and I saw the Easter Bunny walking down the road with Sasquatch. And now there are rockets shooting into the sky from nowhere.

Good Lord, I'm regretting this now, I muttered. I have never - ever - smelled BO this bad in my life . And I once had s'mores wit a Sasquatch. Hang out with him for awhile, Mort gasped. Eventually it's not so bad. Wow. Really? No. Not really.