Mr. Parker : He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny.
Mother : He does not!
Mr. Parker : He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
“P-O-O-K-A. Pooka. From old Celtic mythology, a fairy spirit in animal form, always very large. The pooka appears here and there, now and then, to this one and that one. A benign but mischievous creature. Very fond of rumpots, crackpots, and how are you, Mr. Wilson?”
Like to make a little bet? After all, you’re just a Freshman. Wait till you’re a Sophomore. That’s when you start seeing the little animals. You know that stuff about pink elephants? That’s the bunk. It’s little animals. Little tiny turkeys in straw hats. Midget monkeys coming through the key holes. See that guy over there? With him, its beetles. Come the night, he sees beetles crawling all over him. Has to be dark though.
Don’t come any closer!
Try as they will, and try as they might, who steals me gold won’t live through the night.
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that don’t you?
Pvt. Leonard ‘Gomer Pyle’ Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir.
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: If it wasn’t for dickheads like you, there wouldn’t be any thievery in this world, would there?”
Drill Sergeant: Gump! What’s your sole purpose in this army?
Forrest Gump: To do whatever you tell me, Drill Sergeant.
Drill Sergeant: Goddammit Gump, you’re a Goddamn genius. That’s the most outstanding answer I’ve ever heard. You must have a goddamn I.Q. of a hundred and sixty. You are goddamn gifted, Private Gump.
This place is fantastic. It’s like “Gone With the Wind” on mescaline.
(about Savannah)
It is only through enlightenment that this scourge can be wiped out. Out of the trafficking of these drugs, a lawlessness that we can scarcely estimate has grown and is now flourishing. It exist in almost every city and hamlet in the country.
My drugs are everywhere. They were never my thing… but here I am, running the biggest drug cartel in the world. The only downside is having to live in the middle of nowhere.
-“BB”-
Angel: Poppy, would you pass the sugar, please?
Poppy: Okay, but it’s really bad for you. Eight times more addictive than cocaine. Five times more likely to cause death. But it’s legal. So, you go ahead, knock yourself out. Don’t get me started on tobacco and alcohol. Peddle that stuff and you’re in Fortune 500. But me? No! I’m out here hiding in the middle of nowhere. Homesick. Because I sell drugs.
And there is no such thing as a no sale call. A sale is made on every call you make. Either you sell the client some stock or he sells you a reason he can’t. Either way a sale is made, the only question is who is gonna close? You or him? Now be relentless, that’s it, I’m done.
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.
It’s for the boys - millions of boys throughout the country! It’s their game we’re fighting for.
Honor doesn’t count for shit when you’re looking at a dead little boy.
Momma, come find me
Before I do die
Hey, hey
Momma, look sharp
Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
Why don’t you knock it off with them negative waves? Why don’t you dig how beautiful it is out here? Why don’t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
Oh, he’s very popular, Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads – they all adore him. They think he’s a righteous dude.
-“BB”-
The Dude abides.