[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...
[Ray is recording "Georgia on my Mind"] Margie Hendricks: Listen to that crap. I thought you said ABC wasn't gonna force nothing on him. Jeff Brown: They didn't. It was Ray's idea. Something new. Margie Hendricks: What are we then, Jeff? Something ol...
M: [quoting the poem Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson] Though much is taken, much abides, and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are... One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by ti...
Andy Dufresne: [reading letter from Brooks] "I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. PS: tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings, Brooks." Red: [pause] He should've died in here.
Goudy: I believe you testified that you backed away from old man Wharton? Rooster Cogburn: Yes, sir. Goudy: Which direction were you going? Rooster Cogburn: Backward. I always go backward when I'm backin' away.
Goudy: Now is it not true that you sprang up on old man Wharton and his two sons with a deadly, six shot revolver in your hand? Rooster Cogburn: I always try to be ready. Goudy: Was this revolver loaded and cocked? Rooster Cogburn: Well, a gun that's...
MacReady: How you doin', old boy? Dr. Blair: I don't know who to trust. MacReady: [swallows, sighs] I know what you mean, Blair. Trust's a tough thing to come by these days. Tell you what - why don't you just trust in the Lord?
[to the captive Sally in his truck] Old Man: Sorry to keep you waiting, young lady. I had to lock up the shop and turn the lights off. The cost of electricity these days is enough to drive a man like me out of business.
