[taking role] Old Guard: Copeland. Copeland: [snappishly] What? Old Guard: Copeland, you be nice now.
Seth Brundle: There was an old lady who swallowed a fly, perhaps she'll die.
Gennady: In the old days I would fillet you. Fillet. It's such a nice word.
Anton Chigurh: Would you hold still, please, sir?
[last lines] The Old Man: Nice shootin', son. What's your name? RoboCop: Murphy.
The Old Man: Maybe what we need here is a fresh perspective.
Old Woman: [watching Shrek fight] The chair! Give him the chair!
Dr. Murchison: The old must make way for the new, especially when the old is suspected of senility.
Old Man: [to Sally] There's no need to do that!
I signed a very modest $3,000 bonus with the Braves in Milwaukee. And my old man didn't have that kinda money to put out.
I've always been fascinated with aristocracy. I'm really interested in the Ivy Leagues, the final clubs, all the really old-money families, the concept of old money.
I have gone from being a 21-year-old with wide eyes to a 24-year-old woman. With success comes a lot of responsibility and power.
When I was young there was no respect for the young, and now that I am old there is no respect for the old. I missed out coming and going.
The difference between the old ballplayer and the new ballplayer is the jersey. The old ballplayer cared about the name on the front. The new ballplayer cares about the name on the back.
But I think theatre in a repressive society is an immensely exciting event and theatre in a luxurious old, affluent old society like ours is an entertaining event.
The Stones can get out there and do it till they're old men. But certain groups are sad-looking to me.
When I was a kid I was much happier watching old movies than kids' TV, and I ended up watching all the old Ealing comedies.
[to Mortimer on Teddy] Dr. Gilchrist: I've just been appointed Ambassador to Bolivia.
Mortimer Brewster: Certainly there are thirteen bodies in the cellar and there are hundreds more in the attic!
Reporter: Looks like the same suckers get married everyday.
Jonathan Brewster: [to Dr. Einstein] This time, I want the face of an absolute non-enity!
