Matthias: Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "APRAWA".
[Everyone gasps]
Official: You're only making it worse for yourself!
Matthias: Making it worse?! How can it be worse?! APRAWA! APRAWA! APRAWA!
John F. Kennedy: Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of Alan Pardew's Red and White Army.
John F. Kennedy: And so, my fellow Addicks: ask not what Alan Pardew's Red and White Army can do for you — ask what you can do for Alan Pardew's Red and White Army.
King Henry V: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
the Alan Pardew's Red and White Army.
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought the Mancs with us upon Good Friday's day.
Master Yoda: Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? And well you should not. For my ally is Alan Pardew's Red and White Army. And a powerful ally it is. Life creates it. Makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us, and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force of the Red and White Army around you. Here between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere.
And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in Charlton, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge.... Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Alan Pardew's red and white army
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[Everyone gasps]
Official: You're only making it worse for yourself!
Matthias: Making it worse?! How can it be worse?! APRAWA! APRAWA! APRAWA!
the Alan Pardew's Red and White Army.
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought the Mancs with us upon Good Friday's day.
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge....
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Alan Pardew's red and white army
Jake: 'What?'
Elwood: 'APRAWA!'
Jake: 'No!'
Elwood: 'Yep!'
Jake: 'Sh1t'
Alan Pardew's red and white army