My fans don't feel like I hold anything back from them. They know whatever I'm going through now, they'll hear about it on a record someday. They'll hear the real story. There's a little bit of lag time. It's not as instant as going on a gossip blog....
It's the most terrifying thing for me, improv. It's a complete lack of control of both narrative and performance. Once you let yourself go into that, it's totally fun. The terrifying thing is, do I trust myself to let go of the handles and not embarr...
You hear stories about directors using manipulation to get actors to do certain things, but I think when you're working with professional actors, it's all about trust. They can do anything you want, it's just a matter of them understanding what you'r...
The thing is, if I try to talk about acting, I come off as moaning. But I'm privileged. I think it's all about control. Acting is vulnerable because you're not in control of anything. You have to give up a lot of your trust; it's up to somebody else ...
Veronica Loughran: You men make me feel sick. You'll sleep with anything that says yes. Dante Hicks: Animal, mineral or vegetable. Veronica Loughran: Vegetable, meaning paraplegic. Dante Hicks: They put up the least amount of struggle.
Coraline Jones: I think I heard someone calling you... Wyborn. Wybie Lovat: What? I didn't hear anything. Coraline Jones: Oh, I definitely heard someone... Why-were-you-born.
Coraline Jones: Wybie's got a cat like you at home. Not the quiet Wybie, the one that talks too much. You must be the Other Cat. Cat: [speaking for the first time] No... I'm not the other anything. I'm me.
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [about a boy who was sent home with a bloody nose] He's a fidgety boy. He will do anything to get out of his seat. He would set his foot on fire for half a day out of school.
[during the bank heist, Bozo subdues the terrified customers and employees by putting grenades in their hands and pulling the pins] Grumpy: Obviously, we don't want you doing anything with your hands except hanging on for dear life!
Margot Mary Wendice: How long have you known this? Chief Insp. Hubbard: Did you suspect it yourself? Margot Mary Wendice: No, never. And yet... What's the matter with me, Mark? I don't seem able to feel anything.
Queen Mary: When I look at you I see nothing of the king, only that whore, your mother. My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head. Elizabeth: Your Majesty forgets he was also my father.
Clementine: You're not a stalker, or anything, right? Joel: I'm not a stalker. YOU'RE the one that talked to me, remember? Clementine: That is the oldest trick in the stalker book. Joel: Really? There's a stalker book? Great, I gotta read that one.
Jim: [about the Japanese troops camped nearby] It almost looks as if they're waiting for something to happen... John Graham, Jim's father: Yes. Jim: They didn't look angry or anything... Maxton: It's not their anger; it's their patience.
Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: mumbles... Tyler Durden: I'm sorry... Narrator: I still can't think of anything. Tyler Durden: Ah... flashback humor.
Alice Ward: I know, George, you think I don't know anything, but I know people. George Ward: I KNOW you know people. Alice Ward: And that Sal Lanano banana fucking thing - we don't need that in our lives!
Anne Napolitano: Didn't you say that what you liked about our relationship is that we didn't have to think? We could just be there for each other. Jack Lucas: Suicidal paranoiacs'll say anything to get laid.
Sloane: The city looks so peaceful from up here. Ferris: Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and fifty-three feet. Cameron: I think I see my dad.
Richard Nixon: David, did I really call you that night? David Frost: Yes. Richard Nixon: Did we discuss anything important? David Frost: Cheeseburgers. Richard Nixon: Cheeseburgers? David Frost: Goodbye, sir.
Benjamin: Listen to me. What happened between Mrs. Robinson and me was nothing. It didn't mean anything. We might just as well have been shaking hands. Mr. Robinson: Shaking hands? Well, that's not saying much for my wife, is it?
Nicholas Angel: [investigating Tim Messenger's murder] Did you find anything? DS Andy Wainwright: Yeah, I looked at my watch, and I found out that it's way past time to stop working and that I should be at the pub!
Harry: You're a right foul git, you know that? Ron: You think so? Harry: I know so! Ron: Anything else? Harry: Yeah, stay away from me! Ron: Fine.
