Every time I get on an airplane I have a routine. I cover the inside of my nostrils with anti-bacterial ointment. I'm popping Zicam like it's candy. And I drink, literally, from L.A. to New York, six bottles of water.
Rocket scientists agree that we have about reached the limit of our ability to travel in space using chemical rockets. To achieve anything near the speed of light we will need a new energy source and a new propellant. Nuclear fission is not an option...
Simon: [addressing his troops] And remember, this is all due to the g-g-g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
Forrest Gump: I'm sorry I ruined your New Year's Eve party, Lieutenant Dan. She tasted like cigarettes.
Melvin Udall: [dumping Verdell down the garbage chute] This is New York, pal. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere!
Larry King: Hi, this is Larry King. The phone-in topic Today: "Ghosts and Ghostbusting." The controversy builds, more sightings are reported, some maintain that these professional paranormal eliminators in New York are the cause of it all.
Dave Moss: We don't gotta sit here and listen to this. Blake: You CERTAINLY don't pal, 'cause the good news is - you're fired.
Union Captain at the Bridge: [to his surgeon] Can you help me live a little more? I expect good news.
Amsterdam Vallon: When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die.
[Amsterdam goes to wipe blood off razor] Priest Vallon: No son, never. The blood stays on the blade. One day you'll understand.
Amsterdam Vallon: The earth turns, but we don't feel it more. And one night you look up. One spark and the whole sky is on fire.
Boss Tweed: You know why he wears short sleeves? So they can see he's got nothing stashed. I hope that never becomes the fashion.
[last lines] Amsterdam Vallon: ...And no matter what they did to build this city up again, for the rest of time, it will be like no-one even knew we was ever here.
Walter 'Monk' McGinn: Well that was bloody Shakespearian. Do you know who Shakespeare is? He wrote the King James Bible.
[as a man is about to be hung] Bill: That's a fine locket. I'll give you a dollar for it. Arthur: It was me mother's... Bill: Dollar and a half? Arthur: Done.
Bill: Well draw it mildly son. Happy Jack don't fill his lungs without I tell him he may do so.
Fred Gailey: Is it true that you're the owner of one of the biggest department stores in New York City? Mr. R. H. Macy: THE biggest!
[the village Calvera's raiding has changed] Calvera: New wall. Chris: There are lots of new walls, all around. Calvera: They won't keep me out! Chris: They were built to keep you in.
Stella: The New York State sentence for a Peeping Tom is six months in the workhouse. Jeff: Oh, hello, Stella. Stella: And they got no windows in the workhouse.
Gossie McKee: Look, Ray! Ray! We can make a new deal; whatever'd make you happy! Ray Charles: The deal is *you* can "lay the pipe" now!
[last lines] Caden Cotard: I know what to do with this play now. I have an idea. I think... Millicent Weems: [voice over] Die.
