Ellie Andrews: How did you get the car? Peter Warne: I gave him a black eye for it. And had to tie him to a tree.
B.B: [affectionately] Did you dream of me, Mommy? I dreamed of you. The Bride: [crying] Every single night, baby.
George: Take that thumbtack out of your chin. Sam: Why? George: It bugs me! Sam: You snore at night. That really bugs me. Can I take you out?
Johnny Caspar: [after killing Eddie Dane] That son of a bitch! I had a feeling about this son of a bitch! We silence him! And we do the same to Mink this very night!
Big Witch, W.W.D., Small Witch: Say it once, say it twice, take a chance and roll the dice. Ride with the moon in the dead of night.
Sheriff McClelland: Where'd you get the coffee? Field Reporter: One of the volunteers. You're doing all the work, you take it. Sheriff McClelland: Thank you.
Newscaster: All persons who die during this crisis from whatever cause will come back to life to seek human victims, unless their bodies are first disposed of by cremation.
[Mika has just dropped off last of his drunken passengers] Mika: Are you sure you know where you are? Man #3: Yes. Helsinki. [Mika nods and drives away]
Marge: [to Nancy] Oh, I feel like a million bucks. They say you've bottomed out when you can't remember the night before.
Vincent: That's the Marilyn Monroe section that's Mamie Van Doren... I don't see Jayne Mansfield, she must have the night off or something.
Patton: We're gonna keep fighting. Is that CLEAR? We're gonna attack all night, we're gonna attack tomorrow morning. If we are not VICTORIOUS, let no man come back alive!
Blanche DuBois: Young, young man. Did anyone ever tell you you look like a young prince out of the 'Arabian Nights'?
Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie's got blagged last night. Avi: Blagged? Speak English to me, Tony. I thought this country spawned the fucking language, and so far nobody seems to speak it.
Seth: You know when you hear girls say 'Ah man, I was so shit-faced last night, I shouldn't have fucked that guy?' We could be that mistake!
Terrence: [singing] Looks like we may be out of luck. Phillip: [singing] Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked!
Quinlan: An old lady on Main Street last night picked up a shoe. The shoe had a foot in it. We're gonna make you pay for that mess.
[the night after Davey is killed, a rock is thrown through the ladies' window] Man: Murderin' whores! Strawberry Alice: [screaming out the window] HE HAD IT COMING! THEY ALL HAVE IT COMING!
Eddie Valiant: What's with him? Betty Boop: Mr. Acme never misses a night when Jessica performs. Eddie Valiant: Got a thing for rabbits, huh?
Most of my images have been done in-studio, under very controlled lighting conditions. There have been a few that have been shot in nature, but even then they were shot almost exclusively at night, and again, under controlled lighting conditions.
When Dr. King was murdered, I had no idea who he was. But as soon as I heard his words on television that night when I was 9 years old, I was dumbstruck, awestruck by their power.
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off ...
