Keep it secret. Keep it safe.
Secrets are a dangerous thing, Ben. We all think we want to know them, but if you’ve kept one to yourself, you come to understand that doing so, you may learn something about someone else, but you also discover something about yourself.
Is that supposed to mean me? Screw you, honey. You can die with your secret, piss-elegant fairy! If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s a queen without a sense of humor.
No matter how silly the idea of having a queen might be to us, as Americans, we must be gracious and considerate hosts.
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.
Dennis the Peasant: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis the Peasant: You can’t expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!”
Did you free Excalibur from the stone?
I did, Father. I beg your forgiveness.
You must put it back.
Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.
Okay, listen up. Whoever holds the conch gets to speak. That’s the rule.
Well, if there aint’ going to be any rules, let’s get the fight started. Someone count. 1,2,3 go.
The first rule of fight club is you don’t talk about fight club.
Mr. Marceau, how would you like to appear in the first silent movie made in nearly fifty years?
Well, Clarice. . .have the lambs stopped screaming?
They’re sheep, mere sheep! Easily dispersed if we strike the shepherd.
Shepherd Book once said to me, “If you can’t do something smart, do something right.”
That’ll be a dispute to the end of time, Mr. Brown: whether it’s better to do the right thing for the wrong reason or the wrong thing for the right reason.
Years ago, my mother used to say to me, she’d say “In this world, Elwood, you can be oh so so smart, or oh so pleasant.” Well, for years I was smart… I recommend pleasant.
I’m pleasant. Damn it! I saw Drum Eatenton this morning at the Piggly Wiggly, and I smiled at the son of a bitch 'fore I couldn’t help myself.
She says I’m no fun. I think I’m fun. Are you fun?
I’m an amusement park.
I think you’re all fucked in the head. We’re ten hours from the fuckin’ fun park and you want to bail out! Well I’ll tell you something, this is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun!
Worse? How could they get any worse? Take a look around you, Ellen! We’re at the threshold of hell!