[Eddie watching Minnesota Fats during their first game, whispers to Charlie] Fast Eddie: Boy, he is great! Jeez, that old fat man. Look at the way he moves: like a dancer... And those fingers, them chubby fingers. That stroke... it's like he's, uh, l...
Louis: In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfu...
George Bailey: [yelling at Uncle Billy] Where's that money, you silly stupid old fool? Where's that money? Do you realize what this means? It means bankruptcy and scandal and prison! That's what it means! One of us is going to jail; well, it's not go...
Brand: Couldn't you've told her you were going to save the world? Cooper: No. When you become a parent, one thing becomes really clear. And that's that you want to make sure your children feel safe. And that rules out telling a 10-year old that the w...
Budd: You gotta hand it to the old girl. I never saw nobody buffalo Bill the way she buffaloed Bill. Bill used to think she was so damn smart. I tried to tell him... "Bill, she's just smart for a blonde."
Todd: Yeah! I think I'm in love with her, dude. Marty: She looks like she's about 11 years old but... Todd: I can wait! I solemnly vow to save myself for her. Marty: I can see how that would be really difficult for you.
One Stab: I thought Tristan would never live to be an old man. I was wrong about that. I was wrong about many things. It was those who loved him most who died young. He was a rock they broke themselves against however much he tried to protect them.
[first lines] Jack Crabb: I am, beyond a doubt, the last of the old-timers. My name is Jack Crabb. And I am the sole white survivor of the Battle of Little Big Horn, uh, uh, popularly known as Custer's Last Stand.
Jamie MacDonald: See that fax? Michael Rodgers: Yes. Jamie MacDonald: That is your career. And I think it might be fucked, but let's just check. Yeah, yeah, it's pretty fucked. Now, I hope you can play the spoons, because you're too old to go back to...
A.J. Brown: [on the phone] I just got off the phone with Linton, who proceeded to bitch me out for allowing "I Heart Huckabees" on the troops' DVD roster. Yeah. You know that phrase, "I'm too old for this shit"? Well, I'm too young for this shit. You...
Mrs. Dilber: I've got his blankets. Old Joe: Ah, his blankets... Why, Mrs. Dilber, they're still warm! I don't pay extra for the warmth, you know. Mrs. Dilber: You should. It's the only warmth he ever had.
Dr. Will Gruber: If I shot you John, you're immortal? Would you survive this? John Oldman: I never said I was immortal, just old. I might die. And then you could wonder the rest of your incarcerated life what you shot...
Chamlee: There's an element in town that objects. Henry: Objects? Objects to what? Chamlee: They say he isn't fit to be buried there. Robert: What? In Boot Hill? Henry: Why, there's nothing up there but murderous cutthroats and derelict old barflies,...
Ed Crane: Frank Raffo, my brother-in-law, was the principle barber, and man could he talk. Now maybe if you're 11 or 12 years old, Frank's got an interesting point of view. But sometimes he got on my nerves.
Ben Harper: I got tired of seein' children roamin' the woodlands without food, children roamin' the highways in this here Depression, children sleepin' in old abandoned car bodies in junk heaps. And I promised myself that I'd never see the day when m...
Deborah Gelly: Age can wither me, Noodles. We're both getting old. All that we have left now are our memories. If you go to that party on Saturday night, you won't have those anymore. Tear up that invitation.
Boss Spearman: I see they hobbled you. Percy: It's been a while since I was in a fight. I panicked. Fell back, like to have broke my foot. Boss Spearman: Ornery old fool. Percy: Well, or that damned Cuban cigar got me riled up.
Sue Barlow: So is it marriage that scares you two, or putting down roots? Boss Spearman: No. Who'd have him? All rangy and mangy like a rough old dog. Charley Waite: How about I hold your head under water for just a little while?
Lone Watie: [Josie has walked up on Lone and Moonlight having sex] Howdy. Josey Wales: Howdy. Lone Watie: Somethin' wrong? Josey Wales: Uh, no. Lone Watie: I guess you were right. [smiles] Lone Watie: I ain't that old after all.
Ofelia: My name is Ofelia. Who are you? Pan: Me? I've had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth. I am... I am a faun. Your most humble servant, Your Highness.
[the old man reveals writing on the back of the medallion, which states that part of the staff must be removed] Indiana: Balloq's medallion only had writing on one side? You sure about that? Sallah: Positive! Indiana: Balloq's staff is too long. Indi...
