I still want to write Clint Eastwood a letter saying, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all us wimp actors. You're the truth.' I guarantee he's not the person you want to fight, even now! You look at him, and you don't want to mess with him. He would still t...
To be honest with you, girls didn't really start paying attention to me until after 'Clueless' came out. Then, all of a sudden, it was different. And that's the honest-to-goodness truth. I wasn't very popular until that happened. I have zero pickup l...
Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn out by keeping the sea and that his was kept in order and increasing by staying in port; but know he finds, I fancy, if Emperors hear the truth, that his fleet suffers more in a night t...
Above all, I would teach him to tell the truth Truth-telling, I have found, is the key to responsible citizenship. The thousands of criminals I have seen in 40 years of law enforcement have had one thing in common: Every single one was a liar.
Big George: You know I just, I can't drink whiskey like I usetacould. My old belly just ain't no count. I get the shits every time don't you know.
Mouth: [examining coins in the well] President Lincoln... George Washington... Martin Sheen... Stef: Martin Sheen? That's President Kennedy, you idiot! Mouth: Well, same difference. I mean, he played Kennedy once.
George: Honestly! Me mind boggles at the very idea, a grown man and you haven't shaved with a safety razor. Shake: It's not my fault. I come from a long line of electricians.
Norm: [sees Paul's grandfather for the first time] Hey... George, Paul, John, Ringo: [in unison] Who's that little old man? Norm: Well, who is he? Ringo: He belongs to Paul.
Man on Porch: Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death? George Bailey: You want me to kiss her, huh? Man on Porch: Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.
George Bailey: We're all excited around here. My brother just got the Congressional Medal of Honour. The President just decorated him. Carter: Well, I guess they do for those things.
Mr. Potter: [Harry's won the Congressional Medal of Honour] How does slacker George feel about that? Uncle Billy: Very jealous, very jealous. He only lost three buttons off his vest.
King George VI: [as he prepares to broadcast his wartime speech] Logue, however this turns out, I don't know how to thank you... for what you've done. Lionel Logue: [after a pause] Knighthood?
[first lines] Title Card: 1925 / King George V reigns over a quarter of the world's people. He asks his second son, the Duke of York, to give the closing speech at the Empire Exhibition in Wembley, London.
T.E. Lawrence: Michael George Hartley, this is a nasty, dark little room. Hartley: That's right. T.E. Lawrence: We are not happy in it. Hartley: It's better than a nasty, dark little trench. T.E. Lawrence: Then you're an ignoble fellow. Hartley: That...
George: [to Robin] I can tell you I love you as many times as you can stand to hear it, but all it does is remind us that love is not enough.
Sam: Why don't you just go and beg some money off my Dad, so you can move into some place decent, with a real kitchen and a real bathroom. George: I'd rather sell my nuts to a castrati.
Slim: You travel around together? George: Yeah. Slim: There ain't many guys travel around together. I don't know why. Maybe everybody in the whole damn world's scared of each other.
George Banks: [singing] A British bank is run with precision. A British home requires nothing less! Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools! Without them: disorder, catastrophe! Anarchy! In short, you have a ghastly mess!
[after seeing Taylor shave off his beard] Lucius: Why did you do that? Scrape off your hair? George Taylor: In my world, when I left it, only kids your age wore beards.
George Baines: I have given the piano back to you. I've had enough. The arrangement is making you a whore, and me, wretched. I want you to care for me. But you can't. It's yours, leave. Go on, go.
Patton: I don't know why, but the image of a bullet coming straight for my nose was more horrifying than anything else. General Omar N. Bradley: Well, I can understand that, George, it's such a handsome nose.
