You ever given blood before?
It wasn’t your blood they needed. It was my father’s blood. My blood.
Blood is too precious a thing in these times.
Mother! Oh God, Mother! Blood! Blood!
I wrote a book, and it got published. It’s called ‘Owen and Owen’s Friend Larry’. And it’s all about you, me, and Momma, and our times that we shared together.
I think it would be a mistake to award this book anything.
“What has he found in the Book of the Dead?”
“Probably nothing. But just possibly, a doorway to another world.”
“- Carl Conrad Coreander: Your books are safe. While you’re reading them, you get to become Tarzan or Robinson Crusoe.
- Bastian: But that’s what I like about 'em.
- Carl Conrad Coreander: Ahh, but afterwards you get to be a little boy again.
- Bastian: Wh-what do you mean?
- Carl Conrad Coreander: Listen. Have you ever been Captain Nemo, trapped inside your submarine while the giant squid is attacking you?
- Bastian: Yes.
- Carl Conrad Coreander: Weren’t you afraid you couldn’t escape?
- Bastian: But it’s only a story.
- Carl Conrad Coreander: That’s what I’m talking about. The ones you read are safe.”
Suffering sassafras. He’s sailing clean out of the book! Quick! Turn the page!
That’s what a ship is, you know, it’s not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that’s what a ship needs. But what a ship is,… really is, is freedom.
Now… bring me that horizon.
Your sun is rising.
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning!
- It smells so good, mother.
- It does, doesn’t it?
Ash, any suggestions from you or Mother?
Mamma Mia! Here we go again!
I was a bank clerk once…my existence a monotonous rhythm. Day in, day out, counting other people’s money.
I wanted to be… a lumberjack.
You know what, Stan, if you want me to wear 37 pieces of flair, like your pretty boy over there, Brian, why don’t you just make the minimum 37 pieces of flair?