“Then I say you should write it, Robert, yes you.”
“Not me, Johnny.”
John, I want you to get away from this madhouse, these reporters, and go up to Camp David for the weekend. And I want you to write up a report. I want you to put everything you know about Watergate in there.
You know the results of the latest Gallup Poll? Half the country never even heard of the word Watergate. Nobody gives a shit.
My hands are in the air like I just do not care!
You certainly don’t, pal, 'cause the good news is… you’re fired. The bad news is… you’ve got, all of you’ve got just one week to regain your jobs starting with tonight. Starting with tonight’s sit. Oh? Have I got your attention now?
I’m sorry I wasn’t listening.
Then I’m going to scream!
In space, no one can hear you scream.
- How do you go to the bathroom in space?
- It’s a highly technical process of cranking down the window and looking for a gas station which…
I ran out of gas! I had a flat tire! I didn’t have enough money for cab fare!
- Where am I?
- You’re in a Johnnycab.
Taxi? Uh-uh. They’re expensive here.
I have been a rich man and I have been a poor man. And I choose rich every fucking time.
You keep this up, you’re gonna end up just like me. Having everything you ever wanted.
But Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted.
“Is this the famous Charlie?”
“No, this is Pete.”
There are some who call me … Tim.
I don’t know if you ever heard of me before, but I used to be called the Waco Kid.
-“BB”-
- And who are you?
- The name, sir, is Johnny Guitar.
- [Scornfully ] That’s no name
- [Cooly ] Anybody care to change it?
The name’s Dangerously. Johnny Dangerously.