Shopmas now begins on Thanksgiving Day. Apparently, escaping the families you cannot stand to spend another minute with on Thanksgiving Day to go buy them gifts is how some Americans show their affection for one another. Weird.
'How much longer will I live?'... Only one thing seems clear to me. Every day should be well-lived. What a simple truth! Still, it is worthy of my attention.
Dorleac: Come on, come on, I haven't got all day... wait. Actually, I do. I've got... [laughs] Dorleac: ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD!
Sonny: [to his mother] I'm a fuck-up and I'm an outcast. If you get near me you're gonna get it- you're gonna get fucked over and fucked out.
Leon: He won't listen to anybody. He's been very crazy all summer. Since June he's been trying to kill me.
The Jackal: How many know about this? Col. Rodin: Just the four of us. The Jackal: Let's keep it that way. This job depends on absolute secrecy.
Colette de Montpelier: Why, I don't know what you're talking about. Lebel: Madam, be in no doubt as to the seriousness of your position. [Colette stands and moves uneasily to another chair]
Barnhardt: Have you tested this theory? Klaatu: I find it works well enough to get me from one planet to another.
Army physician: [about Klaatu] He was very nice about it, but he made me feel like a third-class witch doctor.
Bobby Benson: Department of Commerce. She's a secretary. They have a man they call the Secretary, but he isn't at all. My mother's a *real* secretary.
Helen: Now, you didn't really see a spaceship, but you thought you did. Bobby Benson: I'd never call YOU a liar.
Klaatu: I won't resort to threats, Mr. Harley. I merely tell you the future of your planet is at stake.
Ferris: [describing Cameron's house] The place is like a museum. It's very beautiful and very cold, and you're not allowed to touch anything.
Sloane: What could happen to it? It's in a garage. Cameron: It could get wrecked, stolen, scratched, breathed on wrong... a pigeon could shit on it! Who knows?
Ferris: [Ferris is calling Cameron at home] Cameron, babe, what's happenin'? Cameron: [Cameron lying in bed underneath covers] Very little.
Sloane: Mr. Rooney... Ed... you're a beautiful man. I want to thank you for your warmth and compassion.
Ed Rooney: I did not achieve this position in life by having some snot-nosed punk leave my cheese out in the wind.
Jeannie: In a nutshell: I hate my brother. Boy in Police Station: That's cool. Did you blow him away or somethin'?
Ferris: If you're not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend. Cameron: You've been saying that since the fifth grade.
Ferris: Don't worry about it, I don't even have a piece of shit. I have to envy yours. Cameron: Oh, thanks.
Grace: [a while after the first time Rooney yelled at "Sloane's Dad"] Peterson home on line one. And watch your mouth this time.
