I got my report card today. All A’’s, one B.
“C+?”
“C+! C+! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
Molly: You failed the seventh grade twice.
Theo: Rule of threes.”
“One, two, FIVE!”
“THREE, sir!”
We are… the Three Amigos!
Three hearts in the fountain
Each heart longing for its home;
There they lie in the fountain,
Somewhere in the heart of Rome.
Del Griffith: All right. Who knows a tune here? Who wants to sing a tune? Who’s got a song?
Neal Page: I got one.
Del Griffith: You got one. Neal Page has got one (clapping).
Neal Page: (singing) Three coins in a fountain, each one seeking - you know this - seeking happiness…
Del Griffith: (singing) Three…
Neal Page: …Thrown by three hopeful lovers. No?
Del Griffith: Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones. They’re the modern stone age family.
A: "We’re gonna count to three. One… " (unexpectedly pulls door open, which yanks arrow from leg)
B: (dazed, in shock) “What happened to two?”
-“BB”-
First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.
AK-47 , the very best there is. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherf*cker in the room, accept no substitutes.
The first man to raise a fist is the man who’s run out of ideas.
I love you.
(Woefully under-appreciated movie.)
Maybe it means I don’t love them. Maybe it means I don’t love you, I don’t know. No one’s going to tell me that I don’t like them.
Woman: Don’t strike that child!
W. C. Fields: Well, he’s not gonna tell me I don’t love him!
You have the Gift of Sight. This is a blessing, my child.
HMOs will pay for your Viagra, but they won’t pay for your glasses. So you can have a hard-on, but you can’t see where to put it.
It is all rubbish isn’t it? I mean… transplants, antibodies. We manufacture genes. We can produce birth ectogenetically. We can practically clone people like carrots, and half the kids in this ghetto haven’t even been inoculated for polio. We have established the most enormous medical… entity ever conceived, and people are sicker than ever. We cure nothing! We heal nothing! The whole goddamn wretched world, strangulating in front of our eyes.
Whatever you do, whatever happens, remember the people are more important than the system. That’s true in government, they’re fighting a war to prove it. And it’s true in medicine.
Charlie: I have to take a pill every six hours or I feel… funny. No big deal.
Irene: What’s it called?
Charlie: Advanced delusionary schizophrenia with involuntary narcissistic rage.
I’ve got a condition. I get confused sometimes.