[On the run from Roman soldiers, Brain lands on a public stage prophets. Brian quickly decides to disgues himself as one] Brian: [Unsure and stuttering] Don't... pass judgement... on other people, or you might be judged yourself. Passer-by: [as if sh...
I would love to be like a Brian McKnight. Shoot, I'd love to be Brian McKnight.
The Crowd: The Messiah! The Messiah! Show us the Messiah! Brian's mother: The who? The Crowd: The Messiah! Brian's mother: There's no Messiah in here. There's a mess all right, but no Messiah. Now go away!
Reg: If you want to join the People's Front of Judea, you have to really hate the Romans. Brian: I do! Reg: Oh yeah, how much? Brian: A lot! Reg: Right, you're in.
The Joker: Are you the real Batman? Brian: No. The Joker: No? Then why do you dress like him? Brian: He's a symbol... that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you. The Joker: Yeah, you do, Brian. You *really* do!
Roman: [at Han's funeral] Promise me something, Brian. I don't wanna go to any more funerals. Brian O'Conner: Only one more. [spots Deckard Shaw's car driving by] Brian O'Conner: His.
I cannot fire Brian Wilson from the Beach Boys. I am not his employer. I do not have such authority. And even if I did, I would never fire Brian Wilson from the Beach Boys. I love Brian Wilson. We are partners. He's my cousin by birth and my brother ...
This is the final book about Brian
Brian Roberts: How's the, uh, gigolo campaign going? Fritz Wendel: Terrible. This week, already I'm giving up three dinner invitations to spend thirty-two marks on her. Brian Roberts: That's quite a sacrifice. Fritz Wendel: And here's the craziness: ...
Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say. The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them! Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selve...
Ex-Leper: Okay, sir, my final offer: half a shekel for an old ex-leper? Brian: Did you say "ex-leper"? Ex-Leper: That's right, sir, 16 years behind a veil and proud of it, sir. Brian: Well, what happened? Ex-Leper: Oh, cured, sir. Brian: Cured? Ex-Le...
Brian: [Brian is in a prison cell with Ben who is hanging from chains] Oh lay off, I've had a hard time! Ben the Prisoner: You've had a hard time? I've been here five years, they only hung me the right way up yesterday.
Mike Zavala: [after the Captain walks out] Why do you get nervous? Brian Taylor: Women want him, men want to be him, man. He's just... Mike Zavala: Yeah, I know. But you want him. Brian Taylor: Dude, I'm not gay, but I'd go down on him if he asked. M...
Brian: Stephen, your 'motor-mouth' disease, does it affect, um... Stephen Hawking: What? Brian: [Gesturing towards his crotch] Uh, everything? Stephen Hawking: What? No. Different system. Automatic. Brian: Are you serious? Well that's pretty wonderfu...
Stacy smiled proudly and he filed the image of her sweet face in the section of his heart he shared with no one else ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman "Mom said if you put ears on your snowman, he’ll hear the music of the angels and sing songs to you.�...
Ben the Prisoner: Quite the jailer's pet, are we? Brian: What do you mean? Ben the Prisoner: You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh? Brian: Slipped him a few shekels-you saw him spit in my face! Ben the Prisoner: Oh, what wouldn't I give to be s...
Brian: You have to be different! The Crowd: Yes, we are all different! Small lonely voice: I'm not!
Brian Taylor: Janet's pregnant. Mike Zavala: What? Get out of here, bro. Are you serious? Already? She's not even Mexican. Brian Taylor: Yeah, she's going for the ultrasound tomorrow but three of those little piss stick things. Mike Zavala: EPT's, ye...
Brian's mother: He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy! Now, piss off!
Brian Taylor: You feel like a hero? Mike Zavala: No. Brian Taylor: Yeah, me neither. What's a hero feel like? Mike Zavala: I don't know, man. Did I tell you that me and Gabby got in a huge fight over the fire? Brian Taylor: Nope, you didn't tell me t...
Wise Man #1: We were led by a star. Brian's mother: Led by a bottle, more like.
