I played a lot of acetates at the end of my vinyl period - I used to make tracks and get them pressed in four or five days - but the quality was always so bad and they would skip all the time. The vinyl days for me are over. I still buy vinyl, but on...
Jacopo: Why not just kill them? I'll do it! I'll run up to Paris - bam, bam, bam, bam. I'm back before week's end. We spend the treasure. How is this a bad plan?
Abra: [telling Cal she loves him] I was even thinking I was bad. I love you even though I'm afraid of you. Maybe someday I won't be.
Franklin Bean: What are you singing, Petey? Petey: Erm... I just kind of made it up as I went along, really. Franklin Bean: That's just weak songwriting! You wrote a bad song, Petey!
Ed Rooney: I don't trust this kid any further than I can throw him. Grace: Well with your bad knee Ed, you shouldn't throw anybody... Its true.
Toot-Toot: Gettin' to my knees. Prayin'. Lord in Heaven, sorry for all the bad shit I've done, all the people I've trampled on, I hope they forgive me, I won't do it again, that's for sure.
George Aaronow: I'm no fuckin' good. Ricky Roma: Hey, cut that shit George. You're a good man, you just hit a bad streak. George Aaronow: You think so?
[Deleted scene; accountant exits after sharing some bad news] Ray Vargo: [stunned] Is he gay? Sonny Valerio: He drives a Porsche... [pause] Joe Rags: He's gay!
Danny Butterman: Point Break or Bad Boys II? Nicholas Angel: Which one do you think I'll prefer? Danny Butterman: No, I mean which one do you wanna watch first?
Soap: Where the fuck are they going?... Shift a piano? I thought this was meant to be a robbery. Eddie: Where did they get those outfits? Tom, Bacon: Not a bad idea, that.
Timon: Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it. Right? Young Simba: Right. Timon: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Frank Hackett: I argued that television was a volatile industry in which success and failure were determined week by week; Mr. Jensen does not like volatile industries and suggested with a certain sinister silkiness that volatility in business usuall...
[Peter and Lawrence are working on the crew cleaning up the burned Initech building] Peter Gibbons: This isn't so bad, huh? Makin' bucks, gettin' exercise, workin' outside. Lawrence: Fuckin' A. Peter Gibbons: [nods] Fuckin' A.
Jigo: Give the head back now? Come on, boy. Don't be silly. Now, when the sun's about to come up? Look! He's a brainless, life-sucking god of death. At sunrise he'll vanish like a bad dream.
[last lines] Jack Sparrow: Now... bring me that horizon. [humming] Jack Sparrow: "And really bad eggs." Drink up me 'earties. Yo ho. [snaps compass shut]
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Is it that bad, sir? General Jack D. Ripper: Looks like it's pretty hairy.
Avi: Eighty-six carats. Rosebud: Where? Avi: London. Rosebud: London? Avi: London. Avi's Colleague: London? Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON.
Mark Zuckerberg: I'm not a bad guy. Marylin Delpy: I know that. When there's emotional testimony, I assume that 85% of it is exaggeration. Mark Zuckerberg: And the other fifteen? Marylin Delpy: Perjury. Creation myths need a Devil.
Stacey Pilgrim: Next time, we don't date the girl with eleven evil ex-boyfriends. Scott Pilgrim: It's seven. Stacey Pilgrim: Oh, well, that's not that bad.
[Woody goes to the yard sale] Mr. Potato Head: Where is he going? He's nuts! Slinky Dog: His arm ain't that bad! Rex: Don't do it, Woody! We love you!
