If your neighbor has a completely different view on abortion, gay marriage, stem cell research, all of those things, you still are both Americans. Neither one of you is necessarily more patriotic than the other. Neither loves their country any more t...
The American movie, in part because America's a melting pot, the cultural hodgepodge that America makes, generates movies that have appeal across all international boundaries. And that's really not true for most domestic film industries. It's no long...
Mr. Smiley's Counter Girl: Whoa! You are so busted. Carolyn Burnham: You know, this really doesn't concern you. Lester Burnham: Well, actually, Janine is Senior Drive-thru Manager so you are on her turf.
Carolyn Burnham: Well, I see you're smoking pot now. I think using psychotropic drugs is a very positive example to set for our daughter. Lester Burnham: You're one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak.
Angela Hayes: Who are you looking for? Jane Burnham: My parents are coming tonight. They're trying to, you know, take an active interest in me. Angela Hayes: Gross. I hate it when my mom does that.
Eva: Why would you trust these people? And the way they look at you. Frank Lucas: They look at me like it's Christmas and I'm Santa Claus. Eva: They look at us like we're the help. Frank Lucas: They work for me, now.
Rossi: This is the French connection dope, cops seize it, arrest everyone then start taking it out of evidence room, whacking it down to nothing and selling back to us, they basically control the market, they've been doing this for years, they live o...
John Milner: Shit! Hey, get down! Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"? John Milner: What? No, get up, N-O. Sheezus. Carol: What's your name? John Milner: My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.
Steve Bolander: We're finally getting out of this turkey town, and now you wanna crawl back into your cell, right? You wanna end up like John? You just can't stay seventeen forever.
Man at Accident: [after Terry has backed into his car] Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident. Terry Fields: Well, goddammit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?
Curt Henderson: You know Toby Juarez? Toby Juarez, he's a Pharaoh isn't he? Joe: Toby Juarez? Sure, we know Toby. We killed him last night. Tied him to a car and dragged him.
Curt Henderson: Are you the Wolfman? XERB Disc Jockey: No, man. I'm not the Wolfman. Wait a minute. [puts in a tape] Wolfman Recording: "Who is this on the Wolfman Telephone?". Diane: "Diane". XERB Disc Jockey: "How you doing, Diane?". XERB Disc Jock...
Patrick Bateman: I think if you stay, something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you? Jean: No. No, I guess not. I don't want to get bruised.
Patrick Bateman: [Impersonating Paul Allen's voicemail] Hi, this is Paul Allen. I'm being called away to London for a few days. Meredith, I'll call you when I get back. Hasta la vista, baby.
Timothy Bryce: God, I hate this place. It's a chick restaurant. Why aren't we at Dorsia? Craig McDermott: Because Bateman won't give the maitre d' head. [Bateman chuckles sarcastically and flicks a toothpick at McDermott]
Danielle: I think I'm going to write my own comic. Harvey Pekar: Oh yeah? What about? Danielle: I'm not sure yet, but not about you. I think you have enough already.
Real Harvey: [introducing on-screen character] Here's our man. Yeah, all right. Here's me. Well, the guy playin' me anyway. Even though he don't look nothin' like me. But, whatever.
Murray: I'm so sorry Doris. I really am. He's gone. Doris Vinyard: He's just a boy. Without a father. Murray: Doris, you don't know the world your children are living in.
Seth: [singing] My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo, / We've washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too, / We've taken down the zog machine Jew by Jew by Jew, / The white man marches on!
Bob Sweeney: [arguing with Danny Vinyard about his "Mein Kampf" paper] I think the street would kill you. Your rhetoric and your propaganda aren't gonna save you out there.
Curtis: [offscreen, to another skinhead] Hey man, want a toke? Derek Vinyard: Curtis, what are you doing? Weed is for niggers. You put that away right now. Have a little self respect.
