How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.
Judge: Gordon Stewart Northcott, you've been charged with three counts of murder in the first degree with an additional seventeen counts under review by the district attorney's office. How do you plea? Gordon Northcott: Oh, not guilty, Your Honor.
[after visiting the scarred Dent in the hospital, Gordon emerges and sees Maroni there, leaning on a cane] Salvatore Maroni: This craziness... it's too much. Lt. James Gordon: You should have thought of that before you let the clown out of the box.
Harvey Dent: Lightly irradiated bills. Fancy stuff for a city cop. Have help? Lt. James Gordon: We liase with various agencies. Harvey Dent: Save it, Gordon. I want to meet him.
[Gordon and the police arrive to arrest Maroni] Salvatore Maroni: You sure you wanna embarrass me in front of my friends, Lieutenant? Lt. James Gordon: Oh, don't worry. They're coming too.
[while Marie de Salle is singing "Baby I Love Your Way"] Rob Gordon: I used to hate this song. Barry, Dick: Yeah. Rob Gordon: Now I kinda like it. Barry, Dick: Yeah.
[Shepard, loaded with a barium enema, is being escorted to the john in a very undignified manner] Gordon Cooper: [mockingly] Good day Commander SIR! Alan Shepard: You PRICK! Gordon Cooper: As you WERE!
Unfortunately, the cyber threat to 'the grid' is only one means of eviscerating the soft underbelly of American society. Another which has been getting increasing attention could be delivered via the kind of nuclear-armed ballistic missile that Iran ...
Any society that could come here could pick up the lights from New York. What should we do about that? Should we darken New York from now until the last human expires? Would we want to turn off all the radars at JFK airport?
Lt. James Gordon: It's mister Wayne, isn't it? That was a very brave thing you did! Bruce Wayne: Trying to catch the light? Lt. James Gordon: You weren't protecting the van? Bruce Wayne: [pretending to be oblivious] Why? Who's in it?
Commissioner Gillian B. Loeb: How'd they get my DNA? Lt. James Gordon: Someone with access to your house or office must have lifted a tissue or a... glass. [realizing as Loeb takes a sip of whiskey] Lt. James Gordon: Wait, WAIT! [Loeb chokes]
Montel Gordon: I don't think she's in on it, man. Ray Castro: I have actually dreamed about this, about busting the top people, the rich people, WHITE people! Montel Gordon: I know, I know, but I don't think she's in on it, man.
I used to watch the old 'Flash Gordon' series on TV, and it was thrilling to rocket to the planet Mongo every week. But after a while, I figured out that although Flash got the girl and all the accolades, it was really Dr. Zarkov who made the series ...
Age doesn't affect driving - how do you like that?
Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.
Don't believe in miracles - depend on them.
Rob Gordon: [Rob's mother starts to cry after Rob tells her over the phone that he and Laura have broken up] I'm okay if that's what's upsetting you... Rob's Mom: That is NOT what's upsetting me! Rob Gordon: [Sharply] Well it fuckin' should be, shoul...
Bert Gordon: I don't think there's a pool player alive shoots better pool than I saw you shoot the other night at Ames. You got talent. Fast Eddie: So I got talent. So what beat me? Bert Gordon: Character.
[Gordo has been ordered to provide a sperm sample] Gordon Cooper: Yeah, but uh, nurse, how am I supposed to uh... Nurse Murch: The best results seem to be obtained through fantasization, accompanied by masturbation, followed by ejaculation. Gordon Co...
Gideon Gordon Graves: [stabs Scott in the chest while he is caught off guard] Game over. [Scott falls over, dead] Gideon Gordon Graves: Scotty, you can cheat on many girls as you like. But you can't... cheat... death.
Gordon Deitrich: I am V. At last you know the truth. You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe, isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. ¡Viva la revolución...
