[Archie has put his gun down to fist fight with Otto] Archie: I used to box for Oxford. Otto: Oh, yeah? Well... [Otto quickly picks up Archie's gun, and points it at him] Otto: ...I used to kill for the CIA.
Sean: Do you have a soul mate? Will: Define that? Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you. Will: Yeah, Chuckie. Sean: [dismissing Will's choice] Chuckie's family; he would lie down in fucking traffic for you.
Harry: Is she a looker? Perry: She opens the door, and she got nothing on but the radio. Yeah, invites me to sit down, sits on my lap, fires up a spliff. Harry: Geez. Really? Perry: No. Idiot.
[when Sid Hudgens is found dead] Bud White: What happened? Detective at Hush-Hush Office: Somebody beat him to death and stole a bunch of files. Must've dug up garbage on the wrong guy. Got it narrowed down to a thousand suspects.
[Grandfather, who has laid himself down to die, wakes up] Old Lodge Skins: Am I still in this world? Jack Crabb: Yes, Grandfather. Old Lodge Skins: [groans] I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works. Sometimes, it doesn't.
Bill: We think they're trying to set us up as patsies, Ma. You know how corrupt it is down here. They all know each other. Stan: The Klan's here. They're inbred. They sleep with their sisters. [a deputy glares at him] Stan: Some of them do.
Capt. Richard N. Jenson: What are you doing there, soldier? Soldier getting up from floor: Trying to get some sleep, sir. Patton: Well, get back down there, son. You're the only son of a bitch in this headquarters who knows what he's trying to do.
Mark Hanna: Nobody knows if a stock is going to go up, down, sideways or in circles. You know what a Fugazi is?" Jordan Belfort: Fugazi, it's a fake. Mark Hanna: Fugazi, Fugazi. It's a wazy. It's a woozie. It's fairy dust.
Laurie Juspeczyk: [after rolling down the cab window] I'm sorry. I invited you out to dinner to catch up and have a few laughs... but there don't seem to be many laughs around these days. Dan Dreiberg: What do you expect? The Comedian's dead.
Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: [the SEALs are handing over the intelligence gathered from the raid] Alright, listen up, gentlemen! Read the signs. First floor-hard drives, files, anything! Second floor-opposite, down on the right! Third floor-ladies...
I've seen some terrible plays, but I generally enjoy myself. One play I walked out of, I have a tremendous respect for the author. That was Robert Wilson, something called 'Network,' which consisted of Wilson sitting on a bunk, the dialogue of the mo...
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One day, I got so disgusted that I sat down and wrote a list called 'Justin's list of things to do before he kicks the bucket.' I wrote it for myself and shortened it to 'Justin's Bucket List.' It was there on the wall, not as a story idea but as a m...
I grew up in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio, in the early '90s, and hospitals and doctor's offices offered to x-ray candy. I was 7 or 8. The day after Halloween, my brother and I were sorting all of our candy, and my mom asked if she could have a piece o...
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I can't tell you what will happen over the next four years. But I can only stand here tonight, as a wife, a mother, a grandmother, an American, and make you this solemn commitment: This man will not fail. This man will not let us down. This man will ...
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We decided to leave early, you wouldn't want to be there in the end, when the lights came on. You'd never sit down in here again. In a depressing shuffle we pushed to the door, now it was good to get up and out, while it was still a black hole, warm,...
It comes down to this. Someone must wash the dishes. Now, would you expect a man, man made in the image of God, to roll up his sleeves and wash the dishes? Why, it would be blasphemy. I know that I am but a rib and so I wash the dishes.
