[after finding the dead body in the window seat] Mortimer Brewster: But - what happened to him? Martha Brewster: [cheerfully] He died.
Mortimer Brewster: [to Mr. Gibbs] You... Get out of here! D'ya wanna be poisoned? D'ya wanna be murdered? D'ya wanna be killed?
[first lines] Baseball Fan: I'll knock your block off, you big stiff! You're a bum!
Joker: Don't touch me, old man! I don't know where you've been.
He tells you stories, but then, after a while, when you want more, he doesn't give you more. He insists on this old elaboration, the old stories that never changes.
I think for a woman, the hardest thing about growing old is becoming invisible. There's something very front and center about being young.
So I think the fans will be totally interested in the new developments and delighted that the old developments are still there and that they can still see some of the old characters maybe reappear.
Things are old. Parts are old. I'm talking about 'us' parts. AARP-parts. Some of us were born with stronger parts than others.
In the old days, the media is who held people accountable when they lied in politics. That isn't happening anymore.
Try not to be in a hurry to get older because youth happens once in your life. Thereafter, old age stays with you forever.
An old error is always more popular than a new truth.
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