Mortimer Brewster: Mr. President, may I have the pleasure of presenting... Teddy Brewster: Doctor Livingston? Dr. Gilchrist: Livingstone? Mortimer Brewster: Uh, well, that's what he presumes.
Cab Driver: Hey! $22.50! Mortimer Brewster: What? Cab Driver: $22.50! Mortimer Brewster: Oh, yes, looks good on you! Cab Driver: Yeah. Not the suit, the meter!
[after listening to Mortimer's description of a character in a play] Dr. Einstein: You know, you were right about that fellow. He wasn't very bright.
Dr. Einstein: [to Mortimer] Look, when Johnny's in that mood, he's a madman! He's a maniac! And then things happen. Horrible things... [draws finger across throat]
Teddy Brewster: What news have you brought me? Mortimer Brewster: Just this, Mr. President, the country is squarely behind you. Teddy Brewster: Yes, I know.
Mortimer Brewster: I probably should have told you this before but, you see, well... insanity runs in my family. [He hears Abby and Martha singing] Mortimer Brewster: It practically gallops!
Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.
Give me the new thing and give it to me now. I don't want that old thing - I've seen it, heard it, bought it, slept with it, loved it, but now I'm bored with the old thing and I'm gagging for the new stuff.
People try to make a big deal, like I don't want to play my old songs. That's not it. I don't want to play my old songs if that's my only option. That's a different thing.
I'm a Republican, but I'm a Republican from the old school. I was taught that you get what you put into it. You can be anything you want to be if you work hard enough at it, and you can earn your place. That's the old way.
Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey, Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every way Thoughts and memories never end but life does one day. Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return, But those old days ...
Getting hold of the difficulty deep down is what is hard. Because if it is grasped near the surface it simply remains the difficulty it was. It has to be pulled out by the roots; and that involves our beginning to think about these things in a new wa...
[Women's magazines]ignore older women or pretend that they don’t exist; magazines try to avoid photographs of older women, and when they feature celebrities who are over sixty, ‘retouching artists’ conspire to ‘help’ beautiful women look mo...
Lila Crane: Look, that old woman, whoever she is, she told Arbogast something. I want her to tell us the same thing. Sam Loomis: Hold it, you can't go up there. Lila Crane: Why not? Sam Loomis: Bates. Lila Crane: Then, let's find him. One of us can k...
[Marty and Doc have just arrived back in 1955] Doc: Sometime today, old Biff will show up to give young Biff the Almanac. Above all, you must not interfere with that event. We must let Old Biff believe he succeeded, so that he'll leave 1955 and bring...
Few societies have come to grips with the new demography. We cling to the notion of retirement at sixty-five - a reasonable notion when those over sixty-five were a tiny percentage of the population but increasingly untenable as they approach 20 perc...
Maybe life isn't for everyone, Sometimes you do things to start anew life. But the new paths will always bring you back to the old ones or just show a glimpse of it so that you again go through those thousand memories. and no matter how much you try ...
The modern ignorance is in people's assumption that they can outsmart their own nature. It is in the arrogance that will believe nothing that cannot be proved, and respect nothing it cannot understand, and value nothing it cannot sell . . . The hard ...
The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have anything to gain.
He'd wanted to - he didn't know. Break bottles. Break windows, crash cars. Burn down the world. Find solace at the bottom of countless more bottles of wine, this time consumed in solitude. In the end he did none of these things; while he knew the sha...
Koschei the Deathless made a face as he tasted the wine. "It is far too sweet. Comrade Stalin fears bitterness and has the tastes of a spoiled princess. I savor bitterness--it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. You...
