Curtis: [offscreen, to another skinhead] Hey man, want a toke? Derek Vinyard: Curtis, what are you doing? Weed is for niggers. You put that away right now. Have a little self respect.
Jake: First you traded the Cadillac in for a microphone. Then you lied to me about the band. And now you're gonna put me right back in the joint! Elwood: They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God.
Enzo: You were right. Jacques: About what? Enzo: It's much better down there... It's a better place... Jacques: no... Enzo: Push me back in the water... Jacques: No, I couldn't... Enzo: Jacques... Take me back down... Please...
Maddy Bowen: You lost both your parents. Danny Archer: That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and uh... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nine... boo-hoo right?
[as they were encountering some child soldiers while driving] Danny Archer: Drive right at them, they'll panic. Benjamin Kapanay: No, do you know where the word "infantry" comes from, it means: Child Soldier. They're just children.
Holly Sargis: [Voiceover narration] Kit was glad to leave South Dakota behind, and cursed its name. He said that if the Communists ever dropped the atomic bomb, he wished they'd put it right in the middle of Rapid City.
"Hoot": Y'know what I think? Don't really matter what I think. Once that first bullet goes past your head, politics and all that shit just goes right out the window.
[last lines] [theatrical version] Evan: I'm just running a little late. Yeah, I had to finish up with the patients. Well, get the soup or something. All right. Love you, mom. Bye-bye.
Riggan: That's you Mike. You're Mr. Natural. Mr. "F - k the scene, just stare at my massive hard-on," right? That's the truth of the moment. Mike Shiner: Do you think it was massive?
Young Birdman: You could jump right back into that suit if you wanted to. We're not dead. Riggan: Look at me. Look at this. Look, look, look! I look like a turkey with leukemia!
John Nash: And then, on the way home, Charles was there again. Sometimes I miss talking to him. Maybe Rosen is right. Maybe I have to think about going back to the hospital. Alicia Nash: Maybe try again tomorrow.
[gazing longingly at Craig as he does the filing] Floris: Oh, what magic those fingers could work on the right cabinet! Maybe you could alphabetize me. And remember, 'I' comes before 'U'.
Canadian Guy: I don't care if this is the smoking section, she directed right into my face! I don't wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance! Ray: [thinking the tourist is American] Uh huh, is that what the Vietnamese used to say?
Eddie Mars: Your story didn't sound quite right. Philip Marlowe: Oh, that's too bad. You got a better one? Eddie Mars: Maybe I can find one.
Celine: An imperialist country can use that kind of thinking to justify their economic greed, you know. I - human rights... Jesse: Is there any particular imperialist country you have in mind, there, Frenchie? Celine: Mmm, no, not really...
Pamela Landy: I was hoping you had some time for me. Ward Abbott: Time for what? Pamela Landy: I'm free right now, actually. Ward Abbott: That sounds ominous. Let me check my schedule. [checks his watch]
Holly Golightly: But just look at the goodies she brought with her. Paul Varjak: He's all right, I suppose, if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.
Paul Varjak: [Holly, while having a nightmare, begins crying] Why are you crying? Holly Golightly: [wakes up] If we're going to be friends let's get one thing straight right now. I hate snoops!
He turned one of his death rays into an ice cream maker, except he said I shouldn’t eat too much of it at once.” I nodded slowly. “Right,” I said. “That’s…sweet, I think.
I know a lot of shows are like, 'Here's the pages,' right before they start filming. I'd have a heart attack. The anxiety would be way too much for me. I don't have as strong a backbone as those other show writers.
My friend Harry Nilsson used to say the definition of an artist was someone who rode way ahead of the herd and was sort of the lookout. Now you don't have to be that, to be an artist. You can be right smack-dab in the middle of the herd. If you are, ...
