My poems are political in the deeper sense of the word. Political means to live in your time, to be a man of your time.
Wooderson: Cynthia, man? I like it, man. Pink: Red's a good color for you. Wooderson: My favorite color.
Lewis: We killed a man, Drew. Shot him in the back. A mountain man. A cracker.
Nobody: What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?
Richard: Make a noise and I'll push this in your spine
Nance: Oh, for Christ's sake Kimmel! Kimmel: I gotta be free man!
Hendley: Colin's not a blind man as long as he's with me. And he's going with me!
[referring to a partially eaten dog] Sheriff Leigh Brackett: A man wouldn't do that. Dr. Sam Loomis: This isn't a man.
Rhodey: You need me to do anything else? Iron Man: Keep the skies clear.
Daniel Dravot: The more tribes, the more they'll fight, and the better for us.
Reidenschneider: Science. Perception. Reality. Doubt. Reasonable doubt.
Ed Crane: Sooner or later everyone needs a haircut.
Tom Doniphon: Whoa, take 'er easy there, Pilgrim.
Nora Ericson: Poppa - go put your pants on!
Jane Bennet: He is just what a young man ought to be.
[last lines] The Old Man: Nice shootin', son. What's your name? RoboCop: Murphy.
The Old Man: Maybe what we need here is a fresh perspective.
Charlie: Rain Man. Raymond: Yeah? Charlie: Let's play some cards! Raymond: Yeah.
Red: I don't know; every man has his breaking point.
Old Man: [to Sally] There's no need to do that!
Terry: You know you're not too funny today, fat man.
