It is a great pleasure to see you all here today. It is my hope that the same courage, spirit, and honor, which has brought us together, will one day restore this Union. May God bless us all.
We who are about to die, salute you.
I don’t mind being killed, but I resent hearing it from a character whose head comes to a point!
Where did you put my wife?
She’s dead, sir. They took her to the morgue.
The morgue? She’ll be furious!”
Hold the phone, Chuck. We got all that space down at the morgue. All those cars. All that time at night. Nobody watching us. We could handle things for your next door neighbor and all of her girl friends right out of the morgue!
-“BB”-
You silly twisted boy.
You know, in the short time we’ve been together, you have demonstrated EVERY loathsome characteristic of the male personality and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you’re morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humor and you smell. You’re not even interesting enough to make me sick.
Claire Keesey: So what do you do for work?
- Doug MacRay: Boston Sand and Gravel, I break rocks. Punch the ticket at the end of the day, slide down the back of a Brontosaurus like Fred Flintstone, call it a night.”
That Barney Rubble! What an actor!
And so there I am on the first day, on the set, and there’s this guy f****** me from behind, right, and there’s these two huge guys dressed like cops in my mouth at the same time and I remember thinking to myself, "I like acting. I wanna study.
Actors are not animals! They’re human beings!
Soylent Green is people!
Let’s do lunch. My people will talk to your people.
Lunch is for wimps.
What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn’t he?
It’s only a wafer-thin mint.
Orange Tic-Tacs are Bleeker’s one and only vice.
I am Doctor Bunsen Honeydew, And this is my assistant, Beaker. We live here in this ghost town protecting useful inventions. Come on in! Welcome to my Labratory.
Please don’t touch anything.
Kay: Do you remember the little red button?
Jay: [warily] Yeah…
Kay: Push the little red button.
— Red. I might have known it would be red.
— It’s pink, Mama.