Sure. I got a guilty conscience. I defended you, Steve, because I found the wrong man was on trial. So, I torpedoed Queeg for you. I had to torpedo him. And I feel sick about it.
It’s all right, that’s in every contract. That’s what they call a sanity clause.
Everything you’ve said seems to make sense.
Okay. But after you shake hands with him, l suggest you count your fingers.
29, 28, 27, 24, 15, 22… did I… did I say 15?
I’ve always believed in numbers, in equations, in logic and reason.
Nigel: The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and…
Martin: Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten?
I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud.
Get that finger out of your ear! You don’t know where that finger’s been!
Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again.
The Midas Touch! The mighty-mighty-mighty-mighty Midas Touch!
If I touch someone, I can feel their feelings.
George Washington Duke: Touch me and I’ll sue.
Rocky Balboa: (punches him) Sue me for what?
At first you don’t think you can stand to get hit, then you realize you can take it ‘cause the blood don’t matter, and you know you’re gonna live. It’s a great gift I’m goin’ to give you; to know it don’t hurt to fight.
I’m thirty years older than you are. I had my back broke once, and my hip twice. And on my worst day I could beat the hell out of you.
I remember hearing this quote, but damned if I can remember where it’s from (for some reason, “Paint Your Wagon” seems to keep coming to mind). And believe it or not, Google is no help today.
-“BB”-
I’m back in the saddle again.
Ratso Rizzo:
Here I am, goin’ to Florida, my leg hurts, my butt hurts, my chest hurts, my face hurts, and like that ain’t enough, I gotta pee all over myself.
Oh, for goodness sakes, get down off that crucifix. Someone needs the wood.
Cat Ballou