I'm a pucca Indian. Bombay is my home.
Mothers are the necessity of invention.
When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is crazy.
A while back, when Dick and Barry and I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like, Barry proposed the idea of a questionnaire for prospective partners.
In the beginning, Barry and I couldn't decide if we were going got go forward with the name of the Bee Gees or just as Barry and Robin. Now we've decided to continue as the Bee Gees because we feel we can, and Maurice would have wanted it.
[Liz storms in] Rob: Hey, Liz. Liz: [calm] Hi, Rob... [screams] Liz: You fucking asshole! [beat, Liz walks out the store, Barry's in the corner, stares] Liz: Hi, Barry.
[after being badly beaten by Johnny Friendly and his goons] Terry: Get me on my feet. [Father Barry and Edie help Terry stand up] Father Barry: How're you doing? Terry: Am I on my feet?
Redmond Barry: It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty. I knew Sir Charles Lyndon before his passing. King George III: We were very fond of Sir Charles Lyndon.
Narrator: Lady Lyndon was soon destined to occupy a place in Barry's life, not very much more important than the elegant carpets and pictures which would form the pleasant background of his existence.
"Hatchet" Harry: It's about time you paid our young friends a visit, Chris. Today's the day and mum's the word, and I can't have that, can I? Big Chris: No, 'Arry, you can't. "Hatchet" Harry: I mean, it's a liberty. And I can't have liberties taken, ...
Sadly, it's much easier to create a desert than a forest.
A hug is like a boomerang - you get it back right away.
In the words of a very famous dead person, 'A nation that does not know its history is doomed to do poorly on the Scholastic Aptitude Test.
It was in the reign of George II. that the above-named personages lived and quarrelled ; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now
A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.
J.M. Barrie: Peter, I was hoping to use your name for one of the characters in my next play. If you will allow me, that is. Peter Llewelyn Davies: I don't know what to say. J.M. Barrie: [smiling] Say yes.
Charles Frohman: You know what happened, James, they changed it. J.M. Barrie: They changed what? Charles Frohman: The critics, they made it important... hm, what's it called? What's it called? J.M. Barrie: Play. Charles Frohman: Play.
Barry: Rob, I'm telling you this for your own good, that's the worst fuckin' sweater I've ever seen, that's a Cosby sweater. [Imitating Cosby] Barry: A Cosssssssby sweater. Did Laura let you leave the house like that?
[while Marie de Salle is singing "Baby I Love Your Way"] Rob Gordon: I used to hate this song. Barry, Dick: Yeah. Rob Gordon: Now I kinda like it. Barry, Dick: Yeah.
Jack Barry: [prepping for the show] My light okay? My nose doesn't look big? Stage worker: You look great Jack. Jack Barry: Last week I looked like a sun dial.
Sir Charles Lyndon: Have you done with my Lady? Redmond Barry: I beg your pardon? Sir Charles Lyndon: Come, come, sir. I'm a man who would rather be known as a cuckold than a fool.
