Vinny: What the fuck do you mean, replicas? Sol: They look the shit, don't they? And nobody is gonna argue. And I've got some extra loud blanks, just in case. Vinny: In... Oh, in case we have to deafen them to death?
Heywood: Red? You saying Andy's innocent? I mean *for real* innocent? Red: Yeah, it looks that way. Heywood: Sweet Jesus. How long's he been in here? Red: Since '47, what is that... 19 years.
Scott Pilgrim: So what you're saying is we're dating? Ramona V. Flowers: I guess. Scott Pilgrim: Does that mean we can make out? Ramona V. Flowers: Sure.
Woody: We're all still here! I - I mean, yeah, we've lost friends along the way... Wheezy... and Etch... Rex the Green Dinosaur: And Bo Peep? Woody: ...Yeah. Even - even Bo.
Jessie: Buzz! Mind if I squeeze in next to you? Buzz Lightyear: Yes. No! I mean, w-w-why-why would I mind squee-squeezing next to you? - Is it hot in here?
British MP: I'm sorry, Miss, it's orders. We can't go against the protocol. Anna Schmidt: I don't even know what protocol means. British MP: Neither do I, Miss.
Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky. Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
Curly Bill: Hey Johnny, what did that Mexican mean by a sick horse is going to get us? Johnny Ringo: He was quoting the Bible, Revelations. "Behold the pale horse". The man who "sat on him was Death... and Hell followed with him".
Josephine: I'm a woman, I like men. If that means I'm not "lady-like", then I guess I'm just not a lady! At least I'm honest. Wyatt Earp: You're different. No arguin' that. But you're a lady alright. I'd take my oath on it.
Douglas Quaid: Excuse me, what's that? Burly Miner: You mean the Pyramid Mine? I used to work there until they found that alien shit inside. Douglas Quaid: Well, it's a rumor isn't it? Burly Miner: Ha! Think so?
Woody: Now, guys, it was an accident. C'mon, you-you've gotta believe me. Slinky Dog: We believe you, Woody. Right, Rex? Rex: Well, I mean, uh, I don't like confrontations!
Michael Dorsey: [Sandy has seen Michael going into his apartment dressed as Dorothy, and she thinks this means he's having an affair with a woman] Sandy, I'm not having an affair with the woman who went into my apartment earlier, alright? It's imposs...
Gilbert: We don't really move. I mean, we'd like to, but... my mom is sort of attached to the house. Attached is, I guess, not the right word. She's pretty much wedged in.
Withnail: [approaching the pub] All right, this is the plan. We get in there and get wrecked, then we'll eat a pork pie, then we'll drop a couple of Surmontil-50's each. That means we'll miss out Monday but come up smiling Tuesday morning.
I mean, first, almost all writers these days teach because they don't make enough money publishing to live on, to support themselves - people like Tobias Wolff, Anne Beattie, Amy Hempel, Stuart Dybek; a lot of short story writers, for one thing.
I like owning dirt. You know, I spent a lot of time broke when I moved to California. So deep in my soul is still this idea of being unemployed. To me, owning land means you could sell it at some point and have money.
What's weird is the Hot Boys and the whole New Orleans Cash Money thing had a really big impact on the Bay when that was popping off. I don't all the way understand it. I mean, I know that they were big everywhere and had a lot of commercial success ...
I am a bit sickie happy. I am prone to black clouds too, but... I am embarrassed about them. It's like: 'My diamond shoes are too tight. My money clip doesn't fit all my fifties.' I mean - really. Shut up.
Some years ago, I was invited to speak in Houston, Texas. They said I was a founder of 'postmodern theatre'. So I said to my office, 'This is ridiculous for me to go and speak about postmodern theatre when I don't know what it means, but... they're p...
I beg Osama to stop warring. He is a Muslim, and Islam means peace. Nobody wins in a war... I wish I were tapped in the problem about Iraq. I knew Saddam enough that I could have talked him into surrendering. But it's too late.
Well, when you look at a lot of science fiction novels they're asking questions about power. There are questions about what it means to have power and what are the long-term consequences of power.
