You have the right to remain silent.
BE QUIET! I order you to be quiet!
[Judge:] Are you trying to show contempt for this court?
[Mae West:] On the contrary your honor. I’m tryin’ to hide it.
Through my appearance here today . . . I hope that police officers in the future will not experience . . . the same frustration and anxiety that I was subjected to . . . for the past five years at the hands of my superiors . . . because of my attempt to report corruption. I was made to feel that I had burdened them with an unwanted task. The problem is that the atmosphere does not yet exist . . . in which an honest police officer can act . . . without fear of ridicule or reprisal from fellow officers. Police corruption cannot exist unless it is at least tolerated . . at higher levels In the department. Therefore, the most important result that can come from these hearings . . . is a conviction by police officers that the department will change. In order to ensure this . . . an independent, permanent investigative body . . . dealing with police corruption, like this commission, is essential.
“Merry Christmas!, movie-house!”
(A little holiday cheer for the Movie quotes thread!)
“We live in a movie theater?”
“No, in the apartment above it.”
C.C. Baxter: It’s not the Picasso I’m calling about, it’s the key to my apartment. You’re supposed to leave it under the mat.
Mr. Joe Dobisch: But I did didn’t I? I distinctly remember bending over and putting it there.
C.C. Baxter: Oh, I found the key alright. Only it’s the wrong key!
Mr. Joe Dobisch: It is? Well how about that. No wonder I couldn’t get into the executive washroom this morning.
C.C. Baxter: And I couldn’t get into my apartment!
You shall not pass!
Listen, your father and I prepped together, went to war together, played golf together. We built this club, he and I. And let’s face it, some people simply do not belong. Let’s not… cave in too easy. What do you say, Ty?
We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us, we don’t even belong to each other.
Why do you kids live like there’s a war on?
They want us to be good little boys now so we can fight some war for them in the future. Some war they’ll decide on. We’d rather fight our own war right now.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Listen! Do you smell something?
What an incredible smell you’ve discovered!
- C.O. Salem: What I resent is your perfume, however subtle, interfering with the scent of my fine three-dollar-and-seventy-nine-cent cigar, which I will put out this instant if the phallic nature of it happens to offend your goddamn fragile sensibilities! Does it?
- Jordan O’Neil: No, sir.
- C.O. Salem: “No, sir” what?
- Jordan O’Neil: The shape doesn’t bother me. Just the goddamn sweet stench.
We’re men. That means a few things. We like to shit with the door open. We go on riverboat gambling trips. We make our own beef jerky. That’s what we do… and now that is all wrecked.
I can’t hear you, I’ve got some thing in my eye
Keep an eye on your roping.