Pink is my favourite colour. I used to say my favourite colour was black to be cool, but it is pink - all shades of pink. If I have an accessory, it is probably pink.
Ariel Pink never really existed because he was always Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti, but then people started doing interviews with Ariel Pink as if Ariel Pink existed.
[Pink is playing the piano, ignoring his wife] Pink's Wife: [muffled, slowly growing more distinct] Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there? [Pink looks up, finally] Pink's Wife: Do you remember me? I'm the one from the registry office.
Mr. Pink: [entering the warehouse] Was that a fucking setup, or what? [sees Mr. White tending to a seriously wounded Mr. Orange] Mr. Pink: Shit. Orange got tagged? Mr. White: Gut shot. Mr. Pink: Fuck. Where's Brown? Mr. White: Dead. Mr. Pink: How did...
I love pink - pink's my favourite. I hardly ever - weirdly - wear it, but I love the colour pink.
Phil Parma: [making an order over the phone] I'd like to get an order of peanut butter, umm, uh, cigarettes, Camel Light, uhh, water... Pink Dot Girl: Bottled water? Phil Parma: No. You know what, forget the water. Just give me a loaf of bread. White...
[Pink's Manager defends Pink's trashing of his hotel room] Hotel Manager: He's a maniac! Rock and Roll Manager: He's an ARTIST!
Pink: Is there anybody out there?
Pink: Wait a minute. Who put the keg all the way out here in the woods? Jodi: I dunno. This is where they said it would be Pink: Really? Jodi: Really? We don't need the beer anyway. Jodi, Pink: [start making out]
As everyone else, I was a fan of Pink Floyd in the sixties.
I grew up in a total Pink Floyd house.
Pink Floyd is like a marriage that's on a permanent trial separation.
[Mr. White and Mr. Pink are washing up after the robbery went sour, trying to figure out what happened] Mr. Pink: You kill anybody? Mr. White: A few cops. Mr. Pink: No real people? Mr. White: Just cops.
I don't want to be a full-time member of Pink Floyd all my life.
Pink: What's up? Julie Simms: Nothing. Pink: Nothing much? Julie Simms: Nothing at all.
Teacher: What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody! [classmates laughs] Teacher: The laddie reckons himself a poet! [reads poem from Pink's little black book] Teacher: "Money, get back / I'...
Rock and Roll Manager: [Discovers hotel room trashed, and Pink unconsious] Fuck me! He's gone completely around the bleedin' twist! [to Pink] Rock and Roll Manager: You vicious bastard, you never did like me, did you?
My look is a very individual look. I love Pink, but I don't really dress like Pink.
There's someone in my head, but it's not me." Pink Floyd David Eagleman
Pink: What girlfriend? Jodi: What's her name... Simone. Pink: Oh. Her.
Mr. Pink: We were set up. The cops were waiting for us. Nice Guy Eddie: What? Nobody set anybody up. Mr. Pink: The cops were there waiting for us! Nice Guy Eddie: Bull shit! Mr. Pink: Hey, fuck you, man! You weren't there - we were! And I'm tellin' y...
