(Poitier double feature)
Next, we are all going to observe certain courtesies in this classroom. You will call me “sir” or “Mr. Thackeray”. The young ladies will be addressed as “Miss”, the boys by their surnames.
As I recall the film, the next part of dialogue had to do with WHY they should address the young ladies as ‘Miss’… to which Mr. Thackeray (Poitier’s character) asked something like, “Are there any of these young ladies you feel don’t deserve to be addressed as ‘Miss’?” – at which point the questioner backed down.
You’d get an entirely different response to that question these days.
Play on.
-“BB”-
You’d be William Munny out of Missouri. Killer of women and children.
It means: Be advised. I’m mean, nasty and tired. I eat concertina wire and piss napalm and I can put a round in a flea’s ass at 200 meters. So why don’t you go hump somebody else’s leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.
Manners maketh man.
A man’s got to know his limitations.
“There’s a limit to revenge, you know.”
"I guess I just haven’t reached mine yet.”
-“BB”-
R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Find out what it means to me! R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Take care, TCB! OH!
I don’t know. I can’t figure women out. Today, they’re… independent. They only think about themselves. Why, during sex, Vanessa - she used to scream out her own name!
Remember, if you scream at just the right time, it might just save your life.
In space, no one can hear you scream. (It’s actually the tagline to Alien.)
Ahead warp factor 3, Mr. Sulu.
Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperial slugs. I told you I’d outrun 'em. Don’t everybody thank me at once.
Our lady of blessed acceleration, don’t fail me now!
This new engine’s better. Hotter than a Houston whorehouse!
(Talking about a car’s capabilities)
It’s as hot as the parts on it.
-“BB”-
Son, you got a panty on your head.
Take off your hat in the presence of a lady!
I understand you have taken exception to my calling you whores. I’m sorry. I apologize. I ask you to note that I did not call you callous-ass strumpets, fornicatresses, or low-born gutter sluts. But I did say “whores.” No escaping that. And for that slip of the tongue, I apologize.
I probably acted like a snob about girls like you. I mean, what I thought girls like you were like. And after all, it’s only a matter of style, isn’t it? I mean, some people wear one kind of dress, other people wear another.