You wanna piece of me? You want a piece?
What are you supposed to be, a birthday cake? Too bad everybody’s HAD a piece.
Alex, that woman is a tomb in which many pharaohs have laid in.
These pharaohs, who imagine they’re living gods, they are nothing more than flesh and blood!
Three, you are successful and you join the Pharoahs with a carcoat, and the blood initiation and all that, huh?
-“BB”-
As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a gangster.
Your granddad never asked me to sign on as a deputy.
I knew you had guts but I never figured you for brains. It takes a pretty smart man to know when to back away.
The first man to raise a fist is the man who’s run out of ideas.
Teachers don’t fight!
There is not a life in this room that you have not touched, and each of us is a better person because of you. We are your symphony Mr. Holland. We are the melodies and the notes of your opus. We are the music of your life.
The vibrations on the air are the breath of God speaking to man’s soul. Music is the language of God. We musicians are as close to God as man can be. We hear his voice, we read his lips, we give birth to the children of God, who sing his praise. That’s what musicians are.
This Piece Is Called ‘Lick My Love Pump’.
I’ve had one motto which I’ve always lived by: Dignity. Always, dignity.
Our credo: “Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc” – “We gladly feast on those who would subdue us”. Not just pretty words.
……(credo, motto … close enough for jazz)
-“BB”-
You gonna eat that?
Stilwell, honey, don’t eat the wrapper.
You just eat it straight out of the wrapper, and then you throw it all out.
Pomme frites …fries are pomme frites.