[about to run a gauntlet of zombies] Roger: Whad'ya think? Bag it or try for it? Peter: You game? Roger: I need lighter fluid. Peter: You got it.
[last lines] François Pignon: [repeatedly] I'll call her back, everything will work out! Pierre Brochant: You idiot! What an idiot!
[having Elliot order the pizza so he can get in the game] Greg: And plenty of sausages and pepperonis! Tyler: Everything but the little fishies.
Conrad: They just fuck you and they fuck you and they fuck you, and then just when you think it's all over, that's when the real fucking starts!
Christine: You got a shower in your office? Nicholas: Yeah. Christine: You an athlete or something? Nicholas: No, I'm an investment banker.
[last lines] Fast Eddie: Fat man, you shoot a great game of pool. Minnesota Fats: So do you, Fast Eddie.
Fast Eddie: You sure don't leave much when you miss, do you, Fats? Minnesota Fats: That's what the game's all about
Coach Norman Dale: I've seen you guys can shoot but there's more to the game than shooting. There's fundamentals and defense.
Wilbur 'Shooter' Flatch: You gotta promise me you won't get kicked outta no more games! Coach Norman Dale: Scout's honor.
Christopher Morcom: Sometimes it's the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine.
Alan Turing: Advise about keeping secrets: it's a lot easier if you don't know them in the first place.
Pat Wheeler: A game-legged old man and a drunk. That's all you got? John T. Chance: That's WHAT I got.
[On whether to do an exploitation article about Princess Ann] Irving Radovich: She's fair game, Joe. It's always open season on princesses.
Herr Schuster: The ball is round, a game lasts 90 minutes, everything else is pure theory. Off we go!
Corey Flood: Diane Court doesn't go out with guys like you. She's a brain. D.C.: Trapped in the body of a game-show hostess.
[last lines] Videogame Voice: Player two has entered the game. [Ed, now a zombie, tries to bite Shaun] Shaun: Ed! Ed: [groans]
Vinny: Bad Boy, I keep telling you: 'Stick to being a gangster.' Leave this game to me 'n Sol.
Johnny Ringo: [Ringo has taken Holliday up on his offer to 'finish the game'] All right, 'lunger'. Let's do it. Doc Holliday: Say when.
Ness: [after blowing away a crook who wouldn't "Freeze!"] Didn't you hear what I said? What are you, deaf? What is this, a game?
I want to sit with 80- and 90-year-old people more than anyone. They have played this game before. Not one of them has told me, 'I wish I had more money.'
This 90/10 rule holds true in almost anything financial. Take the game of golf, for example. Ten percent of the professional golfers make 90 percent of the money.
