Wyatt Earp: How many cards do you want? Doc Holliday: I don't want to play any more. Wyatt Earp: How many? Doc Holliday: Damn it, you're the most fallible, stubborn, self-deluded, bullheaded man I've ever known in my entire life. Wyatt Earp: I call. ...
Eva: Haven't you ever wished you had somebody else around to play with? Kevin, 6-8 Years: No. Eva: You might like it. Kevin, 6-8 Years: What if I don't like it? Eva: Then you get used to it. Kevin, 6-8 Years: Just because you're used to something doe...
[last title cards] Title card: In 1968, "At Folsom Prison" became one of the most popular recordings of all time, outselling even the Beatles. Title card: That same year, John and June married and settled into the lake home in Hendersonville. Two yea...
Johnny Cash: [playing for the inmates at Folsom prison] Once in El Paso, I had this bag of... Oh... you heard about that? You been in El Paso, too? Well, anyways, I felt tough, you know?. Like I'd seen a thing or two, you know? Well, that was till a ...
Moppet Girl: [trying to play "Fix-It Felix, Jr."] Mr. Litwak! Mr. Litwak: What's the matter, sweetheart? Moppet Girl: The game's busted. Mr. Litwak: [looks] Hmm, looks like the game's gone cuckoo... like my nana. Here's your quarter back, darling. Mo...
Lieutenant Schrank: [as they exit] Say goodbye to the nice boys, Krupke. Officer Krupke: Goodbye, boys. Snowboy: [mimicking Krupke] "Goodbye, boys." Action: [mimicking Shranke] "You hoodlums don't own the streets." Snowboy: "Go play in the park!" Act...
[first lines] Aron Ralston: Hey. Aron here. Leave a message. Sonja Ralston: Hey Aron. Sonja here, again. I know that you're probably gonna be away this weekend. But listen, just think about we we're gonna play. Please. 'Cause we have to decide, and w...
Floyd's Daughter: Hello? Dr. Floyd: Hello! Floyd's Daughter: Hello. Dr. Floyd: How're you doing, squirt? Floyd's Daughter: All right. Dr. Floyd: What are you doing? Floyd's Daughter: Playing. Dr. Floyd: Where's mommy? Floyd's Daughter: Gone to shoppi...
Margo Channing: She thinks only of me, doesn't she? Birdie: Well, let's say she thinks only about you, anyway. Margo Channing: How do you mean that? Birdie: I'll tell you how: like... like she's studying you, like you was a play or a book or a set of...
Margo Channing: Margo Channing is ageless - spoken like a press agent. Lloyd Richards: I know what I'm talking about. After all, they're my plays. Margo Channing: Spoken like an author. Lloyd, I'm not twenty-ish, I'm not thirty-ish. Three months ago ...
Joseph: Cram it, failure! Hipolito, The Writer: Failed writer, failed life... I love the word "fail." Failure is human destiny. Joseph: It's gasbag time! Hipolito, The Writer: Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, a long rehearsal for a show t...
Sid Loomis: It's a little idea she's wanted to do for years. She plays Jesus' mother. Partygoer: Oh. Sid Loomis: It's a whole Oedipal thing - he loves her, wants to do in the father. Well, you can see the complications. Of course, we're talking to Ir...
Grandma: I sometimes wonder if this is all down to me, making you those costumes for your little plays when you were tiny. You used to adore all that dressing up. Does it still make you feel special, Ralph dear? The uniform... and what it stands for?...
Brendan Frye: Why are you telling me all this? What's your play? Laura Dannon: You think nobody sees you. Eating lunch behind the portables. Loving some girl like she's all there is, anywhere, to you. I've always seen you. Or maybe I liked Emily. May...
S.J. Tuohy: [Diagramming an American Football play with cylindrical containers from a spice rack on the Dining Room table] Now, I will be the Running Back... and you show me what you are supposed to do. Ready? Hike. You will block him, he will hit hi...
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat ...
Here’s how I learned to improvise: I played some music in the studio and I started to move. It sounds obvious, but I wonder how many people, whatever their medium, appreciate the gift of improvisation. It’s your one opportunity in life to be comp...
I love so many books and authors that it's hard to name just a few, but I'm always particularly excited when new books by and come out. (And, of course, books by , and , and the rest of the Bordertown crew!) I'm impatiently looking forward to 's next...
They are of the dream time. I don't understand it, I can't say it in words. Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams, and the earth changes. . . .But when the mind becomes conscious, when th...
I know now that the poem in my head, the one that pushed me to the page, begged me - or dared me to be born is almost never the poem that comes out. I suppose it’s like anything born of/with free will and the will to live: once I’ve given the see...
The light clicks on, right above my head, drawing my eyes to it. The moment I look up, squinting, I know I’m in trouble. There isn’t even a guy leaning against the corner, trying to play bad cop. There isn’t a guy smiling and offering me a cup ...
