By the time you are 30 you are still trying to make your 15-year-old self happy but you are a different person. You need to be brave and let go of that.
I'm going to go traveling through Europe and see parts of the world I haven't seen. I've spent so much time in America that I want to check out the rest of the world.
I wish I could freeze time or go back in time and watch my kids grow up all over again because it is just going by too fast.
When you go out there to do comedy, you feel like you're doing battle with the audience a lot of the time. You're either going to get 'em, or you're not.
I like to go to work, and also, I don't have any kids. I don't have any hobbies. I don't like to travel. So going to work is kind of it.
When you're playing the same dirty dozen night after night, the moments that keep it fresh are those when you just let go and trust everyone.
The truth is that when it comes to suffering, if we do not go to our graves in confusion, we will not go to our graves trusting. Explanations are a substitute for trust.
We're not going to have the America that we want until we elect leaders who are going to tell the truth - not most days, but every day.
I have a box of evidence that's going to a certain person should anything happen to me, so if you top me off, it's still going to that person, and the truth will come out.
Yu Shu Lien: What was it? Li Mu Bai: Something I can't let go of.
Christopher Johnson's Son: We go home now? Christopher Johnson: Yes.
Dawson: Vicki. Come on, let's skip out and go get naked. Come on let's go.
Simon: [unravelling a roll of toilet paper] Go, go! Join the others!
Kaffee: This is a sales pitch. It's not going to be won by the law, it's going to be won by the lawyers.
Dr Ray Stantz: Hey... Where these stairs go? Dr. Peter Venkman: They go up!
Martin Vanger: [to Mikael] Why didn't you just go home?
Pete Dayton: Where the fuck are we going, Alice? Alice Wakefield: We have to go to the desert, baby.
Malky: It's cops outside, we better go. Norman Stansfield: [repeating] It's the cops outside... we better go.
Renato's Father: [regarding Renato's incessant and loud masturbation sessions at night] You are going to go blind!
Quentin: [shooting off their last rocket] Look at it go, Homer. This one's gunna go for miles.
Marty: You want justice, go to a whorehouse. You wanna get fucked, go to court.
