…is postmodernity the pastime of an old man who scrounges in the garbage-heap of finality looking for leftovers, who brandishes unconsciousnesses, lapses, limits, confines, goulags, parataxes, non-senses, or paradoxes, and who turns this into the g...
It would drive me crazy if I picked roles with the goal of being a leading man. You never know what you're getting into when you sign onto a project, and more times than not, the characters that are close to the leading man are more interesting and m...
People have asked me, 'Is it about Apple or is it about Jobs?' and I say it's about how a man becomes his company and the company becomes the man. That has only happened a few times, like it happened with Ford, I think, they became inextricably linke...
The exaltation and happiness of any community, goes hand in hand with the knowledge possessed by the people, when applied to laudable ends; whereupon we can exclaim like the wise man; righteousness exalteth a nation; for righteousness embraces knowle...
There’s randomness and there’s the demand and supply ratio. And both of these combine to stop the average man from making it big. More it happens, more is our guy forced to believe in luck. Decades, my friend, you know what that does to a man.
Because I never thought the Lord would treat me any different from any other honest man or that I had an official position that compelled the Lord to help me in any other way than He would help any other man.
Man in car in desert: Trouble? Having any trouble? Mrs. Marcus: Yes, and we don't need any help from you! [Brief pause] Man in car in desert: Well!
Warden Marshall Krutch: You know, I didn't know where to count your boy at first... him being half-Indian. But I did him a favor. I counted him as a white man. Truman Capote: You're a kind and generous man.
Ralphie: Hey Dad! I'll bet you'll never guess what I got you for Christmas. The Old Man: A new furnace. Ralphie: Ha ha! That's a good one, Dad! [Randy laughs]
O'Bannion: Hey Slater, you fuckin' hippie, give me drugs, man. Slater: Go get some from your mother, man. O'Bannion: We just bagged your mother. Slater: Okay, fuck you dickhead.
Sir Francis Walsingham: [how a wise man would change allegiance] There are but two choices: he would get into bed with either Spain or France. Mary of Guise: [laughs, then smiles wickedly] And... whose bed would you prefer?
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [about to pass out from drugs] I don't see why white man has to sit in a nigger electric chair. White man should have his own damn electric chair.
Hamlet: What man dost thou dig it for? First Gravedigger: For no man sir. Hamlet: For what woman then? First Gravedigger: For none neither. Hamlet: *Who* is to be buried here? First Gravedigger: One that was a woman sir, but rest her soul, she's dead...
Man on Porch: Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death? George Bailey: You want me to kiss her, huh? Man on Porch: Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.
Tony Stark: [reading the newspaper] Iron Man. That's kind of catchy. It's got a nice ring to it. I mean it's not technically accurate. The suit's a gold titanium alloy, but it's kind of provocative, the imagery anyway.
Dalton Russell: [a cop peeks in the bank, Dalton comes out with his revolver and speaks in an accent] You come near here I start throwing bodies out the front door. I not fucking joking, man.
Mr. Dryden: If we've been telling lies, you've been telling half-lies. A man who tells lies, like me, merely hides the truth. But a man who tells half-lies has forgotten where he put it.
Jamie: It's lovely-lovely to see you all... and, er... I'm off, actually. Jamie's mum: But, Jamie, darling! Jamie: Sorry. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Jamie's niece: I HATE Uncle Jamie!
David Gale: There once was a lesbian from Cancun/ who took a young man up to her room/ where they argued all night/ as to who had the right/ to do what and how much and to whom.
Fred Madison: Where's Alice? Mystery Man: Alice who? Her name is Renee. If she's told you her name is Alice, she's lying. [filled with rage] Mystery Man: [shouts] And your name? What the fuck is your name?
Jack Crabb: I was determined to stay out of them buffalo robes. Three young and healthy women with no man for who knows how long. The very idea kinda shrunk me like a spider on a hot stove.
