With a little bit o’ luck
With a little bit o’ luck
With a little bit o’ bloomin’ luck
The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower, suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.
As life progresses, images blur. All that remains are memories. Some of them true, some of them false.
Momma, this is Cousin Paddy. He’s coming to stay with us a while. Isn’t that nice?
You don’t have a “Cousin Paddy”.
[to Larry] You lied to me!
Yes, isn’t it delightful? Hmm?
The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear
It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely.
See, I’m gonna get stuck now, with that song. Now, It’s in my head!
Everything that is active in your mind. However, the path that leads to the speaking process eludes us. Why to you speak some thoughts but not others?
Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
Oh, shut up before you put your other foot in your mouth.
Until next time, this is your Zookeeper, Bobby Speed, reminding you: keep them feet movin’ - or somebody’ll steal your shoes.
You wrote a murder mystery with only two characters.
It’s all right, Paine. He’s only a scribbler with too much drink in him.
Audiences don’t know somebody sits down and writes a picture. They think the actors make it up as they go along.
No, listen to me L.B., I have been BEGGING YOU… begging you for a good script. Now you’ve always given me my share of bad movies because you knew I’d make them work. Well I can’t keep doing it,
“door buzzard sounds”
(messed up subtitle in Narcos ep 310 at 0:10:36)
How am I suppose to write for a guy who doesn’t have a head? He’s got no lips, no vocal cords. What do you want me to do?
Shut up! A hooker cut to look like Lana Turner is still a hooker.
Have you got a suit? Then suit up.
So, I shall be needing a white jacket and a black tie.