FBI Director Womack: Just clippers, no scissors. Paul the Hotel Barber: No scissors, you've got to be kidding me, no scissors. I mean, did they tell Picasso "no brush"? FBI Director Womack: With scissors, this man could kill you. John Mason: I can't ...
Dave Kujan: Keaton was Keyser Söze! Verbal: Noo! Dave Kujan: The kind of man who can wrangle the wills of men like Hawkney and McManus. The kind of man who could engineer a police line-up, for all these years of contacts in NYPD. The kind of man who...
Felicia: I mean who is the fish that runs this bloody hotel in the middle of nowhere, anyway? Your mother? Tick: No, my wife. Felicia: Ooh, don't tell me you've got an ex-boyfriend tucked away out here somewhere. Tick: No, my wife! I'm married. [the ...
Maitre D: Sir, the pool is for decoration, and your friends do not have swimwear. Bruce Wayne: Well, they're European. Maitre D: I'm going to have to ask you to leave. [Bruce starts to write a check] Maitre D: It is not a question of money. Bruce Way...
Harry: Number One, why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in? Number Two, why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemail and not have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist? Number Three, you better fucking be in tomorrow...
Vivian: So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books, or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors. My, you're a mess, aren't you? Philip Marlowe: I'm not very tall either. Next time I'll come on s...
[In a post-credits scene, Fred stands in front of the family portrait] Fred: Dad, I just wish I could share my accomplishments with you. You mean so much to me and, honestly I've always felt a distance, what with you being on the family island all th...
Books do furnish a room.
I've spent my life alone in a room with a typewriter.
A room full of hundreds, let alone thousands, of people is not my most fun thing in the world.
A lot of artists think they want anger. But a real, strong, bitter anger occupies the mind, leaving no room for creativity.
What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.
I like to change. A new lamp, a piece of art, can transform a room.
...this is life. Right here in this room, with you, is life.
But the business side of it, as with most creative things, there is no room for business. It is about art. It's not about marketing.
My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.
There wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the room...
There's no room in perfection for insecurity.
At night the sky is pure astronomy.
Are the dead as lonesome as the living?
Pride. You have it where you can have it.
