…and I thought you’d be taller.
Yeah, he looks like Cindy! The youngest one in curls…
Curly Top! You little bundle of joy! Curly Top! You’re like a wonderful toy!
Little Cindy Lou Who, who was no more than two.
When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I’ve never tried before.
What terrible sins I have working for me. I suppose it’s the wages.
I’m not worried. To get that bonus, they’ll carry the entire charge on their backs.
You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a-an equitable level.
As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody wanna see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you’re fired.
I’m gonna show you and everybody else that Willy Loman did not die in vain. He had a good dream. It’s the only dream you can have - to come out number-one man. He fought it out here, and this is where I’m gonna win it for him.
You drove Al Steele to his grave and now you’re trying to stab me in the back. Forget it! I fought worse monsters than you for years in Hollywood. I know how to win the hard way.
You’ve had a hard time? I’ve been here five years, they only hung me the right way up yesterday.
What happened down in the dungeon between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows.
Secrets and lies! We’re all in pain! Why can’t we share our pain? I’ve spent my entire life trying to make people happy, and the three people I love the most in the world hate each other’s guts, and I’m in the middle!
Pain is good. It lets you know that you’re alive.
Oh… the pain!
“You okay, man? I mean, does something else hurt?”
“It’s my legs. It’s the nerves. It’s called neurogenic pain. It’s like being on fire.”
It burns! It burns!
goose-stepping morons like yourself should try reading books instead of burning them!
Well, it’s a job just like any other. Good work with lots of variety. Monday, we burn Miller; Tuesday, Tolstoy; Wednesday, Walt Whitman; Friday, Faulkner; and Saturday and Sunday, Schopenhauer and Sartre. We burn them to ashes and then burn the ashes. That’s our official motto.