Old Man: You worry about yourself. Are you ready for him? [refers to Calvera] Old Man: What if he comes now, huh? Vin: Reminds me of that fellow back home that fell off a ten story building. Chris: What about him? Vin: Well, as he was falling people ...
Vin: Rojas is makin' room for you in his home. Old Man: Rojas? His conversation would bore me to death! Vin: Yeah, well, [sits on the wooden chair] Vin: maybe somebody else, huh? Old Man: hey are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertiliser an...
Carson Wells: I was wondering... Man who hires Wells: Yes? Carson Wells: Could you validate my parking ticket? Man who hires Wells: An attempt at humor, I suppose. Carson Wells: I'm sorry... You know, I counted the floors to this building from the st...
Carla Jean Moss: Llewelyn? Llewelyn Moss: Yeah? Carla Jean Moss: What are you doing, baby? Llewelyn Moss: I'm going out. Carla Jean Moss: Going where? Llewelyn Moss: There's something I forgot to do, but I'll be back. Carla Jean Moss: And what are yo...
Queen: Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. Change my queenly raiment to a peddler's cloak. Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To age my voice, an old hag's cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fri...
[fantasizing about how he'll get liquor] Seth: You dropped your purse, ma'am. Would you like me to help you with your groceries? Old Lady: Well that would be lovely young man. Would you like me to buy you alcohol? Seth: That would be lovely! [at the ...
Woody: You wait. Andy's gonna tuck us in the attic. It'll be safe and warm... Buzz Lightyear: And we'll all be together. Woody: Exactly! There's games up there and books and... Buzz Lightyear: The race car track! Woody: The race car track. Thank you!...
Billy Clanton: [as Doc Holliday is drunkenly playing a somber piece on the saloon piano, Clanton speaks, just as drunkenly] Is that "Old Dog Trey? Sounds like "Old Dog Trey." Doc Holliday: Pardon? Billy Clanton: Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Campt...
Charlie Kaufman: We open on Charlie Kaufman. Fat, old, bald, repulsive, sitting in a Hollywood restaurant, across from Valerie Thomas, a lovely, statuesque film executive. Kaufman, trying to get a writing assignment, wanting to impress her, sweats pr...
Mortimer Brewster: I saw a play last week, it had a character in it, reminded me of Jonathon. Abby Brewster: Oh, really? Mortimer Brewster: Yeah, a honey of a lunatic. One of those whodunits called "Murder Will Out". Abby Brewster: Oh, dear! Mortimer...
Jonathan Brewster: Teddy, I think it's time for you to go to bed. Teddy Brewster: I beg your pardon. Who are you? Jonathan Brewster: I'm Woodrow Wilson. Go to bed! Teddy Brewster: No, you're not Wilson, but you're face is familiar. Let me see. You're...
Mortimer Brewster: But there's a body in the window seat! Aunt Abby: Yes, dear, we know. Mortimer Brewster: You know? Martha Brewster: Of course! Aunt Abby: Yes, but it has nothing to do with Teddy. Now, Mortimer, you just forget about it. Forget you...
The German experience brings us face to face with the major problem of the revolution in Western Europe. In these countries, the old bourgeois mode of production and the centuries-old civilisation which has developed with it have completely impressed...
For the longest time I was so sick I didn't have the strength or inclination to read, but looking at my books stacked up on the bedside table was comforting, like having old friends sitting in the room with me, friends who didn't require anything of ...
I think preparing food and feeding people brings nourishment not only to our bodies but to our spirits. Feeding people is a way of loving them, in the same way that feeding ourselves is a way of honoring our own createdness and fragility.
There is no way to peace along the way of safety. For peace must be dared. It is the great venture. It can never be safe. Peace is the opposite of security. To demand guarantees is to mistrust, and this mistrusts in turn brings forth war.
There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on th...
Susanna: So. You're a big fan of REO Speedwagon? Duncan: What? Susanna: Can't Fight This Feeling? Duncan: Oh, no. My mom must have put that on there. Susanna: Oh. And you just got to it and thought "what the hell?" I'm going to sing the shit out of i...
People will always notice something about you. It might be the way you walk or the way you talk, or just simply your personality. Live each day in the way you want to be remembered. Live in such a way that people will be inspired by those unique qual...
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
To my mind the old masters are not art; their value is in their scarcity.
