Make New FrNdS But Keep D oLd , One iS silVer The Other is Gold.
Why a four-year-old child could understand this report. Run out and find me a four-year-old child. I can't make head nor tail out of it.
Clear? Huh! Why a four-year-old child could understand this report! Run out and find me a four-year-old child, I can't make head or tail of it.
The Conservative Party mustn't sound like the old man on the park bench who says things were better in 1985, or 1955, or 1855.
Before you contradict an old man, my fair friend, you should endeavor to understand him.
In England, and all over Europe, and all over the world, actors act until they die. They get old, really old, and they're still working. They just keep doing it.
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned.
A young man who isn't a socialist hasn't got a heart; an old man who is a socialist hasn't got a head.
Now I have the voice of a 16-year-old. I'm looking for a doctor who could give me the body of a 16-year-old.
Some men tend to cling to old intellectual excitements, just as some belles, when they are old ladies, still cling to the fashions and coiffures of their exciting youth.
When I'm an old lady, I'm going to have my pick of the young men. They'll be like, 'She's Miss Mary Jane!' The young boys will think I'm a hot old lady.
Once upon a time there was an old country, wrapped up in habit and caution. We have to transform our old France into a new country and marry it to its time.
One of things I like about looking at pictures when you're young and also meeting back with old friends you haven't seen in a long time is, for me, it's a glimpse of who I was.
In this play we're dealing with relative truths - who's lying, who's telling the truth. But underneath that, Ed and I have hit this deeper level of intimacy between old friends that comes out in the play.
The Old Man: [shouting] Don't anybody move! Hold it right there! The fuse is out.
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: You wanna play "hide the salami" with his old lady?
Gandhi: You're a temptress. Margaret Bourke-White: Just an admirer! Gandhi: Nothing is more dangerous, especially for an old man.
Rebecca: I remember this hat. This is from your little old lady phase!
Nervous Accountant: Are you going to shoot me? Anton Chigurh: That depends. Do you see me?
Wendell: That's very linear Sheriff. Ed Tom Bell: Well, age will flatten a man.
Carla Jean Moss: What's in the satchel? Llewelyn Moss: It's full of money. Carla Jean Moss: [sarcastically] Yeah, that'll be the day.
