What I really want to do is direct.
You cannot capture a man’s entire life in two hours. All you can hope is to leave the impression of one.
What you lookin’ at? You all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes. You know why? You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers and say, “That’s the bad guy.” So… what that make you? Good? You’re not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There’s a bad guy comin’ through! Better get outta his way!
Look… everybody’s looking at me. It’s the first time I ever felt important.
I coulda been a contender!
“Kev, I’m gonna fight again.”
“No, you ain’t, Vinny.”
I’m not gonna hit ya! … I’m not gonna hit ya! … The Hell I’m NOT!
Neely hasn’t got that hard core like me. She never learned to roll with the punches. And, believe me, in this business they come left, right and below the belt.
You’re not hardcore (No, you’re not hardcore) Unless you live hardcore (Unless you live hardcore) But the legend of the rent was way hardcore
P-p-p-pow!
It’s Clobbering Time!
We’re gonna draw a little bit of everybody’s blood… 'cause we’re gonna find out who’s The Thing.
No blood when the tongue was pricked: true sign of the devil.
I’m melting! I’m melting! What a world, what a world…
I worry that you’ll work in an office, have children, celebrate wedding anniversaries. The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring life
I just want him to stay with me until I can be sure he won’t turn into Norman Nothing. I want to be sure he’ll know when he’s chickening out on himself. I want him to get to know exactly the special thing he is or else he won’t notice it when it starts to go. I want him to stay awake and know who the phonies are, I want him to know how to holler and put up an argument, I want a little guts to show before I can let him go. I want to be sure he sees all the wild possibilities. I want him to know it’s worth all the trouble just to give the world a little goosing when you get the chance. And I want him to know the subtle, sneaky, important reason why he was born a human being and not a chair.
I’m proud of ya… All of ya. Every man wants his children to be better’n he was. You are.
Fathers are the ones that pick you up and give you the courage to do stuff you never thought you could.
It’s in moments like this that I think of my father’s last words. Which were: “Don’t son, that gun is loaded!”.
I am your father. Hug me, and let us join our spirits.