One thing about New York City. You are here or you are nowhere. You cannot achieve another level of anxiety, hostility or paranoia anywhere else.
What do you want me to do? Get on television and tell three million people they have to be nice to each other?
Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every New Yorker’s God-given right! Your two minutes are up. Good night, gentlemen.
I just didn’t know you were in this witness protection thing, brother. I never would have said your name on TV, man.
I’m an average nobody… get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.
I hope that was an empty bottle, George! You can’t afford to waste good liquor, not on YOUR salary!
Yeah, I was just looking for the other half of this bottle, and… here’s some! Oh, here’s some over here, too.
OH! Look what ya did! And ya DID IT ON PURPOSE! You’re still trying to make me do what you want, to be what you want! I can’t be anything except what I am! Look, look what did you drop that bottle for? What are you trying to do, drive me crazy? Go on, GET THE BOTTLE! GET IT NOW!
Are you drunk? A solo drinker, huh. Hmph. Carrying a bottle!
Thanks for the compliment, but I know how I look. This is the way I look when I’m sober. It’s enough to make a person drink, wouldn’t you say? You see, the world looks so dirty to me when I’m not drinking. Joe, remember Fisherman’s Wharf? The water when you looked too close? That’s the way the world looks to me when I’m not drinking.
Water is more precious than gold.
And as human beings, you and I need fresh, pure water to replenish our precious bodily fluids. Are you beginning to understand?
I’m giving you a lift home. You follow?
[Picking up the hitchhiker ] My mother told me never to do this.
Do I look like the mother of the future? Am I tough? Organized? I can’t even balance my checkbook.
Oh, you’re a tough guy. Hey c’mon. Get on your feet pal. Let’s find out how tough you are. I wanna know right now how tough you are. Just take the first shot. I’m begging you, take a shot. Just one hit. Come on, that’s all I need, just one swing.
Shoulda tipped better.
Mr. Pink: I don’t tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I’ll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it’s for the birds. As far as I’m concerned, they’re just doing their job.
Mr. Blue: Hey, our girl was nice.
Mr. Pink: She was okay. She wasn’t anything special.
Mr. Blue: What’s special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
Nice Guy Eddie: I’d go over twelve percent for that.
This is a five star joint after all. And if you can’t handle this place, well maybe you should be back in your tower.
Enough with the lights, Rapunzel! YOU are not leaving this tower! EVER!
They can be a great people, Kal-El. They wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way.