It's something you hope doesn't happen. When you sign on to do a job, you hope you'll be able to get it done. But that's not always in your control.
You can tell your uncle stuff that you could not tell your dad. That is kind of the role of an uncle. I feel very much like a father sometimes but sometimes I feel like a teammate.
On stage, I'm me. I'm a husband, I'm a dad, I'm a guy, I'm a mess - but I am a cohesive thing that you recognize as one human entity saying these things that he generally believes.
If Albert Einstein was right, Cal Ripken should have been a CEO or politician rather than a shortstop, because Ripken led by example over and over... and over again.
Cal Hockley: Where are you going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat? Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife!
Cal Hockley: [stuffs coat with money and diamond] I make my own luck. Lovejoy: [shows gun] So do I.
Jack: There's, uh, there's no arrangement is there? Cal Hockley: No, there is. Not that you'll benefit much from it. I always win Jack, one way or another.
Lewis Bodine: [as he and Mr. Lovett stare in astonishment as Cal's sunken safe] Oh baby, baby, are you seein' this, boss? Brock Lovett: It's pay day, boys.
Lewis Bodine: [while Lovett and his team inspect the room where Cal's safe is found] Looks like someone left the water running...
I'm going to try to enjoy the All-Star break, hope my players reflect on what happened the first half of the season, come back with a different attitude, try to find our solution on how to win it.
Fire wants to burn Water wants to flow Air wants to rise Earth wants to bind Chaos wants to devour Cal wants to live
While at Cal Tech I talked a lot with Jon Mathews, then a junior faculty member; he taught me how to use the Institute's computer; we also went on hikes together.
At the same time, it's a family story and more of an epic. I needed the third-person. I tried to give a sense that Cal, in writing his story, is perhaps inventing his past as much as recalling it.
My dad told me when I went into high school, 'It's not what you do when you walk in the door that matters. It's what you do when you walk out.' That's when you've made a lasting impression.
In the end, arguing about affirmative action in selective colleges is like arguing about the size of a spigot while ignoring the pool and the pipeline that feed it. Slots at Duke and Princeton and Cal are finite.
Jacob: Let's talk about how many women you've been with. Cal: Sexually? Jacob: Yeah, no. I mean break-dance fighting.
Cal: I will never stop trying. Because when you find the one... you never give up.
Jacob: Are you the billionaire owner of Apple Computers? Cal: No. Jacob: Oh, ok. In that case, you've got no right to wear New Balance sneakers, ever.
Jacob: The skin under your eyes is starting to look like Hugh Hefner's ball sack. Cal: [Carefully looks at himself on mirror and sighs... ] Yes, it is.
Kate: What do you want to do with me? Cal: I want to show you off to my ex-wife and make her really jealous!
[refusing Cal's gift of money] Adam Trask: If you want to give me a present, give me a good life. That's something I can value.
