Bob Zelnick: [Impersonating Nixon, discussing Jack Kennedy] That man, he screwed anything that moved, fixed elections, and took us into Vietnam. And the American people, they loved him for it! Whereas I, Richard Milhous Nixon, worked around the clock...
Rebecca: Oh look, there he is. Enid: As always. Rebecca: Waiting for the bus that never comes. Enid: I wonder if he's just totally insane, or he really thinks the bus is coming? Rebecca: Why don't you just ask him? Enid: Hi. What's your name? Norman:...
[deleted scene; Daniel and Sam are discussing Sam's true love] Daniel: Option One: ask her out. Sam: Impossible. Daniel: Fair enough. Option Two: become her friend. Sam: She's the most popular girl in school and she hates boys. Daniel: Okay. Option T...
Doc: Ah, so much hate and fear. Craig Patrick: What? Doc: Between the Soviets and the West. All these nuclear weapons pointed at each other. It's bound to end up in disaster. Craig Patrick: Aw come on, Doc, they'll work it out. They don't have any ot...
Glen Lantz: We have reason to believe there may be something very strange going on Donald: You got that right. Nancy: What are you doing here? Donald: There's an unsolved murder and I hate unsolved murders, especially ones that my daughter is mixed u...
Linguini: [as Collette storms away] Colette. Colette! [to Remy] Linguini: Oh, it's over Little Chef, I can't do it anymore. [he runs outside and blocks Colette's motorcycle] Linguini: Colette! Wait, wait, wait. Don't motorcycle away. Look, I'm no goo...
Bob: [Bob is waiting outside the city prison after Hartigan's release] It's a lotta miles into town, Hartigan. You care for a ride? John Hartigan: Long as you stay in front of me. Bob: Prison's made you paranoid. Talk about water under the bridge. Ch...
Cartman: Hey dudes! Kyle: What's the matter Cartman? Cartman: It's this V-Chip, I hate it! I can't say any dirty words Kyle: Really? So you can't say Fuck? Cartman: No! Kyle: And you can't say Shit? Cartman: No! Kyle: So you can't say I'm Eric Cartma...
Crash: This song is called "I Am So Sad. I Am So Very Very Sad." It goes like this. Crash: [the song last only a couple of seconds] Thank you. Wallace Wells: [yelling out] It's not a race, guys! Crash: [annoyed] Ok this next song goes out to the guy ...
Tommy: Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish? Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: It's SHITE being Scottish! We're the lowest of the low. The scum of the fucking Earth! The most wretched, miserable, servile, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization...
Nightcrawler: You know, outside the circus, most people were afraid of me. But I didn't hate them. I pitied them. Do you know why? Because most people will never know anything beyond what they see with their own two eyes. Storm: Well, I gave up on pi...
Danny Vinyard: [referring to Dr. Sweeney] He's one of those proud to be nigger people, I hate those guys. Cameron: Now wait a minute Danny, he's not proud. No, he's a manipulative, self-righteous Uncle Tom who's trying to make you feel guilty about w...
Maude Lebowski: It's a male myth about feminists that we hate sex. It can be a natural, zesty enterprise. But unfortunately there are some people - it is called satyriasis in men, nymphomania in women - who engage in it compulsively and without joy. ...
[after Peggy tells her parents that they never had any trouble in their relationship] Milly Stephenson: "We never had any trouble." How many times have I told you I hated you and believed it in my heart? How many times have you said you were sick and...
Taggart: [on learning Bart is the new sheriff of Rock Ridge] Now if that don't beat all. Here we take the good time and trouble to slaughter every last Indian in the West, and for what? So we can appoint a sheriff that's blacker than any Indian. I am...
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace, The soul that knows it not, knows no release From little things; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear, Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear The sound of wings. How can Life grant u...
Someday you’re gonna realize that no one on this earth will ever love you the way I do. You’ll wish you’d said the words, wish you’d had this moment back. The truth is whether you say them or not I’ll still go on loving you. Even when it hu...
Remember that writing things down makes them real; that it is nearly impossible to hate anyone whose story you know; and, most of all, that even in our post-postmodern era, writing has a moral purpose. With twenty-six shapes arranged in varying patte...
The worst illiterate is the political illiterate, he doesn’t hear, doesn’t speak, nor participates in the political events. He doesn’t know the cost of life, the price of the bean, of the fish, of the flour, of the rent, of the shoes and of the...
We need an enemy to give people hope. Someone said that patriotism is the last refuge of cowards: those without moral principles usually wrap a flag around themselves, and the bastards always talk about the purity of the race. National identity is th...
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses draw your sword." And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward. Now they stood beside the treasure, on the mountain dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace...
