Rock and Roll Manager: [Discovers hotel room trashed, and Pink unconsious] Fuck me! He's gone completely around the bleedin' twist! [to Pink] Rock and Roll Manager: You vicious bastard, you never did like me, did you?
Raoul Silva: Say my name. Say it. My real name. I know you remember it. M: Your name is on a memorial wall of the very building you attacked. I will have it struck off. Soon your past will be as nonexistent as your future. I'll never see you again.
Mrs. Teevee: [as the Wonkatania begins its journey through the tunnel] I think I'm going to be sick! [an image of a chicken getting its head chopped off flashes on the tunnel wall] Mrs. Teevee: Now I AM going to be sick!
Darien Taylor: When you've had money and lost it, it can be much worse than never having had it at all! Bud Fox: That is BULLSHIT! [throws a whiskey bottle destructively; Darien starts to leave] Bud Fox: HEY! HEY! You step out that door, and I am *ch...
Gordon Gekko: You see that building? I bought that building ten years ago. My first real estate deal. Sold it two years later, made an $800,000 profit. It was better than sex. At the time I thought that was all the money in the world. Now it's a day'...
Bud Fox: About average yield... very attractive. Hooker: Mmm... [while unzipping Bud's pants] Bud Fox: Rising profits... strong balance sheet. Hooker: I'm hot on this stock. Bud Fox: It's ready to take off. I'd jump all over it if I were you.
At Cornell University, it was well known that after five years on Wall Street, you could expect to be making half a million a year in salary and bonus; after 10 years, you could expect a million or more. I had 60 grand of university debt, and my pare...
I don't think I'm an angry person. I think I'm a person who's angry. I'm angry at the Bush administration; I'm angry at the right wing media. And by that I don't mean the media is right wing. I mean, there is a part of the media that's not the mainst...
Back in the 1950s, there was a top-secret program code-named SUNTAN being conducted at a top-secret facility called Skunk Works. Its objective? To develop a liquid-hydrogen-powered spy plane. Because liquid hydrogen is incredibly volatile, early expe...
When I was prosecutor we had truancy and curfew issues and we made a refrigerator magnet, and that was hot with parents. They loved putting it up on the wall and saying, you know, if you don't follow these rules, you could get prosecuted. Whether or ...
I have a scar on my left thigh, kind of almost near my knee. I essentially fell in the 2002 Olympics and when I hit the wall - because of the impact - my right leg kind of came in at like a knife-type angle and stabbed my leg with my own skate blade.
But I will confess that I began as an astronomer—a liking for bright flashes, vast distances, unreachable things, a hand stretched always toward the furthest limit— and that my longing for you has not taken me very far from that origin...
Is it not possible — I often wonder — that things we have felt with great intensity have an experience independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? And if so, will it not be possible, in time, that some device will be invented by whi...
Someone sits at a table or lies on a sofa while staring motionless at a wall or ceiling. Once in a while this person writes down seven lines, only to cross out one of them 15 minutes later, and then another hour passes, during which nothing happens. ...
Jordan Belfort: You want a beer, pal? Donnie Azoff: What are you drinkin'? Jordan Belfort: I got this non-alcoholic shit... Donnie Azoff: What's that? Jordan Belfort: It's like a non-alcoholic beer. It's got no... no alcohol. Donnie Azoff: It's a bee...
Donnie Azoff: I check my messages every day when I come home from work... my answering machine... zero! I got a blinkling light because I don't have shit from you. I got my wife... I got my wife checking the messages every forty-five minutes calling ...
Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.
How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?... I never feel the four walls around the substance of the self, the core. I feel only space. Illimitable space.
I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and c...
He closed his eyes for a moment and pulled at the fragments of the elements to light the torches hanging at the pillars on either side of him. The fire did little to warm the night, but Kaustab found its presence reassuring, the flickering blue flame...
War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. It's ugly, and you don't even want to look at it let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice, once you know. Once you...
