Bonnie Sherow: How could you let him sell you out? What about truth? Reality? Tom Oakley: What about the way the old ending tested in Canoga Park? Everybody hated it. We reshot it, now everybody loves it. - That's reality.
John Mason: I want a suite, a shower, a shave, the feel of a suit. Stanley Goodspeed: May I also suggest a haircut? John Mason: Am I out of style? Stanley Goodspeed: Unless you're a 20 year old guitarist from Seattle. It's a grunge thing.
Royal: So, what do you think of this big old black buck moving in up there? Richie: Who? Royal: Henry Sherman. You know him? Richie: Yeah. Royal: Is he worth a damn? Richie: I believe so.
Betty Schaefer: Oh, the old familiar story. You help a timid little soul cross a crowded street, she turns out to be a multimillionaire and leaves you all her money. Joe Gillis: That's the trouble with you readers, you know all the plots
[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks after he held a knife to Heywood's neck] Heywood: Hey, what about me? Crazy old fool goddamn near cut my throat! Red: Aw Heywood, you've had worse from shaving!
Old Monk: Didn't you know beforehand how the world of men is? Sometimes we have to let go of the things we like. What you like, others will also like."
James T. Kirk: You know, coming back in time, changing history... that's cheating. Spock Prime: A trick I learned from an old friend. [With an uncharacteristic smile, he gives the Vulcan salute to Kirk] Spock Prime: Live long and prosper.
[the pirates have just discovered Captain Shakespeare in drag] Skinny Pirate: What's the problem? Captain Shakespeare: It's my reputation. Skinny Pirate: No. No. Don't be silly. Nonsense. Old Pirate: It's all right, Captain. We always knew you were a...
Andy's Mom: [from trailer] [speaking to someone else] Andy's Mom: Andy's going to college. Can you believe it? Andy: Mom, I'm not leaving 'til Friday. Andy's Mom: [about Andy's toys in the toy chest] What are you going to do with these old toys?
Joshua: Let the old woman loose! Egyptian guard: She'll stay where she is, and you'll die in the lion pit! Lilia: Joshua! Yochabel: Run to the prince and beg mercy! Lilia: Mercy from Rameses? Yochabel: No. From Prince Moses, there on the pavilion.
Bob Curtin: Remember what you said back in Tampico about having to carry that old man on our backs? Fred C. Dobbs: That was when I took him for an ordinary human being, not part goat.
Dobbs: [in one sentence] Do you believe that stuff the old man was saying the other night at the Oso Negro about gold changin' a man's soul so's he ain't the same sort of man as he was before findin' it?
Richter: I want that fucker dead! Helm: I don't blame you, man. I wouldn't want a guy like Quaid porkin' my old lady. Richter: You saying she liked it? Helm: Uh... no... I'm sure she hated every minute of it.
[Talking about Caledon Hockley] Old Rose: That's the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course. And inherited his millions. But the crash of '29 hit his interests hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year. Or so I read.
Professor X: Logan, my tolerance for your smoking in the mansion notwithstanding, continue smoking that in here, and you'll spend the rest of your days under the belief that you're a six-year-old girl. Wolverine: You'd do that? Professor X: I'd have ...
Bromhead: [Adendorff has explained the classic Zulu 'buffalo' battle formation] It looks er... jolly simple, doesn't it? Adendorff: It's, er, jolly deadly, old boy. Bromhead: [laughs] Well done, Adendorff, we'll make an Englishmen of you yet!
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