Clouds are like dreams floating across a sky-blue mind.
[holding an orange up to the horizon while feeling the effects of the LSD] That’s the sun in my hands, man! Oh, it gives off an orange cloud of light that just flows right out over the sea! Wow!
Listen, listen up… (slaps shoe on his head) That was my skull! I’m so wasted!
I’ve taken the liberty of anticipating your condition. I have brought you orange juice, coffee, and aspirins. Or do you need to throw up?
I’m staying. I’m finishing my coffee. Enjoying my coffee.
I was sitting here eating my muffin, drinking my coffee, replaying the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.
Put that coffee down! Coffee is for closers.
There’s only two things in this world that a real man needs - a cup of coffee and a good smoke.
I don’t need anything! Except this. This ashtray. The only thing I need is this. I don’t need this, or this… just this ashtray. And this paddle game. The ashtray and the paddle game. And that’s all I need!
We don’t need another hero.
Because he’s the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we’ll hunt him. Because he can take it.
laughs hysterically] “They”? Why, they is the plain and fancy they, that’s who “they” is! Caught you, didn’t they? Tied a tin can to your tail. Led you in and waltzed you out again. Oh my, what a bunch! Big tough ones, hunh? Here you are with a handful of holes, a thumb up your ass, and a big grin to pass the time of day with. They? Who the hell is “they?”
Goodbye, Tin Man. Oh, don’t cry. You’ll rust so dreadfully.
I’ll miss you the most, Scarecrow.
(From Kevin Costner, For Love of the Game)
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
I’ll have what she’s having.
Go ahead, make my day.
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
No one is trying to kill you sweetheart. Now eat your dessert like a good boy.
“Seize the moment, remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart.”