First rule of magic: always be the smartest person in the room.
A magical afternoon where dreams are made and crushed.
Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination.
Okay, Princess, that’s it. The fairy tale is over. Welcome to real life.
Look, you made me a really nice offer. And a few months ago, no problem. But now everything is different, and you’ve changed that. And you can’t change back. I want more. I want the fairy tale.
-“BB”-
What Mahoney needed was the opportunity to prove to herself that she was something more than she believed
You know, Mahoney, I’d like to spend the next ten weeks breaking you into little pieces. But I won’t. Because you’re bad. You’re bad for morale, Mahoney. Oh, you look like the sweet little boy from next door. But you don’t fool me, oh no. You’re the devil, and you’re rotten to the core, and you’re ruining my chance to train some people who might make pretty good cops
They came through the Academy after me. They stick together like flypaper, you know? Everybody thought they were queer for each other.
Stick with me, kid. We’ll go far.
Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.
And then one day, walkin’ down the street, I heard a voice behind me say, “Reach for it, Mister.” I spun around and there I am face-to-face with a six-year-old kid.
-“BB”-
Go away, boy. You bother me.
I want my two hundred dollars!
I’ve just misplaced $8,000. I can’t find it anywhere!
Once you start to think about money you realize this stuff gets handled a lot! Who had it before you and what did they do with it? It gets put in places you may not want to know about.
This is blood money, Marian.
So, that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money? There’s more to life than a little money, you know. Don’tcha know that? And here ya are, and it’s a beautiful day. Well. I just don’t understand it.
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow there’ll be sun
Ya ever see the sun come up over the Rockies? It hits all of a sudden, and below there’s California. And you swear you’re lookin’ at heaven.
Would you care to share your California, laid-back, tie-dyed, point of view?