I have faith in you, but this isn’t a junkyard, this is a garage.
Okay. Okay. I believe. I believe. I believe.
The band. The band. The BAND!
We’re putting the band back together!
[When Jimmy is reluctant to sign a management contract ]
Are you crazy? A man in a really nice camper wants to put our song on the radio! Gimme a pen; I’m signin’, you’re signin’, we’re all signin’!
I’m sorry, Mr. President. I cannot, in good conscience, sign such a document.
Luca Brasi held a gun to his head, and my father assured him that either his brains or his signature would be on the contract.
Under section 37-B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if, and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy, I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera, fax mentis incendium gloria cultum, et cetera, et cetera, memo bis punitor delicatum! It’s all there, black and white, clear as crystal! You stole fizzy lifting drinks! You bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! You lose! Good day, sir!
I coulda been a contender, I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am
What’s the matter with you? Is this what you’ve become, a Hollywood finocchio who cries like a woman? “Oh, what do I do? What do I do?” What is that nonsense? Ridiculous!
Pull-yourself-together! ‘What will you do?’ Is this a question? You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who you are. Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win! And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.
Use your karate chop action.
Somebody oughta belt you in the mouth. But I won’t, I won’t. The hell I won’t.
Somebody give me a 1,2,3,go.
If you say “three,” mister, you’ll never hear the man count “ten.”
That’s not a threat, just simple numbers.
Five numbers. It’s got half the code.
The numbers are a warning, but not just to me or any random group. They’re a warning to everyone.
And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.
Together, you’ll make one salary. And when the baby comes, they’ll be three people living on half a salary. That’s the half you can’t even count on.