The Humungus: You disobey me! You puppy!
The Gyro Captain: Lingerie. Oh, remember lingerie?
Harmonica: You know, Wobbles... I'm kinda mad at you.
I think a smile can make your whole body. Models, they look fabulous, but they don't smile, and they look so mad.
The process of making a movie is what I love. I thrive on that. It's an exciting miracle, a mad adventure. I love being part of it.
I'll give up this sort of touring madness certainly, but music-everything is based on music. No, I'll never stop my music.
I hate restaurants that play music. You come out for a quiet meal, and you're supposed to put up with all this booming. Why? It's madness!
A film is like a mad arranged marriage, with all these people who don't necessarily want to be with each other forced into this intimate, exhausting process.
I'm not mad about movies, there are too many people involved in the making of them, and they lack a definitive creative focus.
The Phantasm: Stay away! This is not your fight! Batman: This madness ends now!
You can't complain about the pressures, the paparazzi, the madness. Because that is the job. I've always understood that's the deal.
No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.
You can tell the size of a man by the size of the thing that makes him mad.
If you have an over-preoccupation with perception and trying to please people's expectations, then you can go mad.
Confusion is not a bad thing. It's not doubt that makes a man mad. It's certainty.
I'd rather talk to myself then a fella' that's mad about how right he is.
A culture that does not teach prayer soon runs mad with desire.
I've often mused over the idea that madness is actually a sane reaction to an insane world.
The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propagand...
I learned that ruling poor men's hands is nothing. Ruling men's money's a wedge in the world. But after I'd split it open a crack I looked in and saw the trick inside it, the filthy nothing, the fooled and rotten faces of rich and successful men.
While the alchemist of old sought to turn lead into gold, the modern alchemist has a more noble dream: to turn men from rot to rock
