Thanks to my solid academic training, today I can write hundreds of words on virtually any topic without possessing a shred of information, which is how I got a good job in journalism.
There are people out there dying every day, so when you wake up, you just have to thank the Man Upstairs for another day on this planet. There's not much else we can ask for.
A bit, the smallest unit of information, the fundamental particle of information theory, is a choice, yes or no, on or off. It's a choice that you can embody in electrical circuits, and it is thanks to that that we have all this ubiquitous computing.
I've met the Queen a couple of times, and she's been delightful. In fact, I often find myself thinking: 'What would the Queen do in this situation? Write a thank-you note? Yes, I'll do that.' She's all about courtesy.
Juno MacGuff: Oh, and she inexplicably mails me a cactus every Valentine's Day. And I'm like, "Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment."
Vincent: You're alive. I saved you. Do I get any thanks? No. All you can do is clam up. You wanna talk? Tell me to fuck off? Max: Fuck off.
Mom: [Playing Santa] And this is for daddy... [Picks up a gift-wrapped bowling ball and drops it in The Old Man's Lap] Mom: Here, from me to you. The Old Man: [high-pitched] Thanks a lot!
Soz: [reading from a magazine] "I love English cock... " Tuff: Do you? Soz: [jokingly] Shut it. [continues to read magazine] Soz: Fancy a "tit fuck" Tuff: No thanks...
Stands With a Fist: [translating for Kicking Bird] He thanks Dances with Wolves for coming. John Dunbar: Who is Dances with Wolves? Stands With a Fist: It is the name all the people are calling you now.
Gill: Look at that. Would you look at that? Filthy. Absolutely filthy. And it's all thanks to you, kid. You made it possible. Jacques! I told you not to clean! Jacques: I am ashamed.
Hans: Are you laughing at me? Cleopatra: Why no, monsieur. Hans: Thanks, I'm glad. Cleopatra: Why should they laugh at you? Hans: Most big people do, they don't realize that I'm a man with the same feelings they have.
Richard Nixon: [a few seconds before the cameras begin to roll] Did you have a pleasant evening last night? David Frost: Yes, thank you. Richard Nixon: Did you do any fornicating?
[first lines] Sierra: Congratulations. James Bond: Thank you. Sierra: Mr. Ramirez and his friends will be out of business. James Bond: At least they won't be using heroin flavored bananas to finance revolutions.
Joe: It's a waste of time trying to logically figure out the female brain, that's for sure. Maybe she got another boyfriend. [farts] Seymour: Well... thanks for cheering me up!
Tequila: [Tequila's pants leg is on fire and a baby he's holding urinates down Tequila's leg, causing the fire to go out] You saved the day there, you little pisspot. Thanks a lot.
Jack: [after Paul thanks him for shooting footage of the genocide] I think if people see this footage, they'll say Oh, my God, that's horrible. And then they'll go on eating their dinners.
Cate Wilson: Hachi? Hachi? Oh, old thing! You're still waiting. That's right. If it's all right, could I wait with you for the next train? Yeah? Thanks.
Diego: Why did you do that? You could've died trying to save me. Manfred: That's what you do in a herd: you look out for each other. Diego: Well... thanks.
Manfred: Hey, buddy, want a lift? Diego: No, thanks. I'm saving what little dignity I've got left. Sid: You're hanging out with us now, pal. Dignity has nothing to do with it.
[Noodles meets Fat Moe after raping his sister Deborah] Noodles: You got any coffee around? Fat Moe: Yes. Noodles: Thanks. [stirs coffee for 60 seconds]
Peter Gibbons: Lawrence, you awake? Lawrence: Yeah. Peter Gibbons: You wanna come over? Lawrence: No, thanks, man. I don't want you fucking up my life, too.
