Louis Winthorpe III: Randolph. Mortimer. Mortimer Duke: Winthorpe, my boy, what have you got for us? Louis Winthorpe III: Well, it's that time of the month again. Payroll checks for our employees, which require your signatures. And no forgetting to s...
[discussing Nigel's Guitar collection] Nigel Tufnel: Look... still has the old tag on, never even played it. Marty DiBergi: [points his finger] You've never played...? Nigel Tufnel: Don't touch it! Marty DiBergi: We'll I wasn't going to touch it, I w...
Charles Muntz: You know Carl, these people who come here, they all tell pretty good stories. [He walks to a row of human skulls on a shelf, each of which is wearing a hat of some kind] Charles Muntz: A surveyor making a map... [he knocks over the fir...
Biff Tannen: Hold on one second. Let's get this straight. Marty is *your* kid, not mine. And all the money in the world wouldn't do jack shit for that lazy bum! Lorraine Baines: Stop it, Biff, just stop it! Biff Tannen: Look at him. He's a butthead j...
Why are so many of us enspelled by myths and folk stories in this modern age? Why do we continue to tell the same old tales, over and over again? I think it's because these stories are not just fantasy. They're about real life. We've all encountered ...
As parents we carry the blueprints, the dreams of what our family could be. The plans change, the whole thing goes way over budget, there are unexpected additions, and the work never ends. Still, through the messiness of construction we see each othe...
I'm too old to know everything
You know you're old if your walker has an airbag.
I got sober when I was 22 years old.
My father's a protector. My father's old-school. He's a cowboy.
I'm too old to do crazy things anymore.
I dress like a 30-year-old woman.
I'm 12 years old in my head.
I find I'm an old soul.
I make films for the 16-year-old in myself sometimes.
My father was gone when I was three years old.
I'm an old fan of the Negro spirituals.
I'm too old to adapt to somebody else's ways.
Partnership is the way. Dictatorial win-lose is so old-school.
The short words are best, and the old words are the best of all.
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
