Horatio: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Tony Stark: Why aren't you wearing those pajamas I got you? Obadiah Stane: Good night, Tony...
Rachel Cooper: I'm a strong tree with branches for many birds. I'm good for something in this world and I know it too.
[repeated line] Rev. Harry Powell: [singing] Leaning... leaning... safe and secure from all alarms. Leaning... leaning... leaning on the everlasting arms.
Rachel Cooper: [to Ruby, sobbing in her lap] Child... You were looking for love, Ruby, in the only foolish way you knew how.
Icey Spoon: A husband's one piece of store goods you never know 'til you get it home and take the paper off.
Rachel Cooper: Where's your Mrs? Rev. Harry Powell: Uh, she run off with a drummer... durin' prayer meetin'.
[last lines] Max Bialystock: Sing it out, men! Higher, you animals, higher! We open in Leavenworth Saturday night!
Travis Bickle: Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.
[first lines] Javier Rodriguez: [in Spanish] Last night I had an ugly nightmare. Manolo Sanchez: [in Spanish] Oh yeah? What happened, man?
And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
'Saturday Night Live' was actually started with a show that Lorne Michaels and I did at a summer camp called Timberlane in Ontario when we were 14 and 15. We would do an improvisational show with music, comedy and acting.
The rain, which had continued yesterday and last night, ceased this morning. We then proceeded, and after passing two small islands about ten miles further, stopped for the night at Piper's landing, opposite another island.
We think of those nights spent with one or more friends, nights when we merged with the shadows and could see the world with eyes that were not our own.
My junior year, I was in a play at school and five days before opening night, I still didn't know my lines. Opening night was a disaster. I was so embarrassed. The director made me work backstage for the rest of the performance.
Create memories every day. Enjoy every moment every way.
Celebrate every moment, every day. Celebrate every beauty, all the way.
The artist must continue to look for a new reference. Every day, every performance, every take.
If you wake up in the morning and feel no pain it is to be feared that you died in the night.
Never praise life in front of death, nor the beautiful day in front of night.
One night with an ugly woman and one day in the mountains both are like an eternity.
