I am …Dracula.
I do not drink…wine.
Come with me if you want to live.
I want to stay and fight.
Never give up. Never surrender.
A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
This day we fight!
So, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?
-“BB”-
Well, what the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron?
Put your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Throw out your hands
Stick out your tush
Hands on your hips
Give 'em a push
You’ll be surprised
You’re doing the French Mistake
Voila!
I’m tired
Sick and tired of love
I’ve had my fill of love
From below and above
Tired, tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let’s face it, I’m tired!
It’s a bore!
Men would pay $200 for me, and here you are turning down a freebie. You could get a perfectly good dishwasher for that.
I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can’t hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.
That’s Marilyn Monroe, and that’s Mamie Van Doren… I don’t see Jayne Mansfield, she must have the night off or something.
Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown.
That’s détente, comrade. You don’t have it, I don’t have it.
-“BB”-
Comrade, we’re in Paris, in the Spring, why can’t we make it a laughing matter?
“Citizens of Paris! Frollo has persecuted our people, ransacked our city, and now he has declared war on Notre Dame herself! Will we allow it?”
A bomb that misses… could hit… Notre Dame. Sainte Chapelle. That’s a thousand years of history, turned to dust.