This place is gonna be rotten. We’ve got to clean it up, brother.
What a dump!
You ought to be drunk in Fresno, California. This place is a palace.
It’s only a model.
Who says swimsuit models are useless?
Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?
Jerry, let me show you a picture of my pride and joy.
I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp, and eyes glowing red.
It isn’t safe.
Martin, it’s all psychological. You yell barracuda, everybody says, “Huh? What?” You yell shark, we’ve got a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.
I’m a Yankee Doodle dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam
Born on the Fourth of July
I’m your Huckleberry.
Luke, I am your father.
My son: the vegetarian.
You took the words right out of my mouth: I’m ashamed to be your father.
I don’t give a damn whether Big Daddy likes me, or don’t likes me. Or did or never did. Or will or will never.
Now, when I was a young man, my father expected me to go into his business. Umbrella frames. That’s what he made. A sensible business, I suppose, but I didn’t have the sense in those days to be sensible.
Plastics.
I want you to remember this word, okay? It’s kind of like a code word: Yahoo. Can you remember that?
Look, I need to know what I stand to win.