I guess as long as people think of me for different ages, I'll trust their opinion. I remember noticing one year that Michelle Monaghan played 34 and 19, so I've kind of clung to that as my justification that I can be Jake Gyllenhaal's wife and a fre...
Mom: [Playing Santa] And this is for daddy... [Picks up a gift-wrapped bowling ball and drops it in The Old Man's Lap] Mom: Here, from me to you. The Old Man: [high-pitched] Thanks a lot!
Pink: I may play ball next fall, but I will never sign that. Now me and my loser friends are gonna head out to buy Aerosmith tickets. Top priority of the summer.
Sweet Dick Willie: [Radio Raheem walks past blasting Public Enemy on his boombox] Goddamn! Turn that shit off; play some Bobby Blue Bland.
[playing as children] Young Elsa: [as Olaf] Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs. Young Anna: [jumps up and hugs Olaf] I love you, Olaf!
Raoul Duke: [commenting on the song "One Toke Over the Line" playing on the radio] One toke? You poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats.
Edward R. Murrow: He's gonna hope a senator trumps a newsman. Fred Friendly: He'll lose. Edward R. Murrow: Not if we're playing bridge.
Rebecca: [about the rap song playing in the 50s diner] So, who could forget this great hit from the fifties, huh? Enid: I feel as though I've stepped into a time warp.
Tequila: [to Alan] I hate in-house funerals. I write all the music each time. A cop dies, and I have to play a tune for him. I really don't want to do that for you.
Coach Norman Dale: If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners.
Lex: [after being sneezed on by a Brachiosaur] Yuck! Tim: Oh, great. Now she'll never try anything anymore. She'll just sit in her room, and never come out, and play on her computer.
Sophie Kowalski: Tell me that you love me first because I'm afraid that if I tell you first you'll think that I'm playing the game.
Dumbrowski: Whoever he is, he's either in very deep shit or I don't know what, because he's playing in the sandbox with the Darkies, the Skullcaps and who knows who.
Iris: Boris? Miss Henderson speaking. Look, someone upstairs is playing musical chairs with an elephant. Move one of them out, will you? I want to get some sleep.
[playing "Cops and Robbers"] Shorty: Yeah, Red! Malcolm X: Come on, you missed me! Shorty: Try this on for size! [makes Tommy-gun noises] Malcolm X: I ducked. Shorty: [laughing] You ducked?
Roy Hobbs: Red, it took me sixteen years to get here. You play me, and I'll give ya the best I got. Red Blow: I believe ya.
Gale: Here you are sitting on your butt playing house with a... Don't get me wrong, H.I., a fine woman but one who seems like she needs one of those button-down types.
Jack Favell: You know, old boy, I have a strong feeling... that before the day is out, somebody's going to make use of that... rather expressive, though somewhat old-fashioned term ''foul play.''
John T. Chance: Stumpy! Stumpy: What? [Stops playing harmonica] John T. Chance: They don't need any help with that tune. Stumpy: What's the matter? Is it getting through to you? Yiuk, yiuk! [cackles]
Max Fischer: Maybe I'm spending too much of my time starting up clubs and putting on plays. I should probably be trying harder to score chicks.
Dudley Heinsbergen: You wanna play some word games, or do some experiments on me or anything? Raleigh: [lying on the couch, depressed after hearing about Margot's adultery] No.
