Excuse me. Is somebody crying out there?
That is no Orc horn.
Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Today, my jurisdiction ends here.
Apparently the Board has failed to realize the extent of your interest in the company, apart from Al’s position. We… misjudged. We shall be… pleased… to have you stay on.
Mmm, maybe I misjudged Stromberg. Any man who drinks Dom Perignon '52 can’t be all bad.
Y’know, many legends have come out of the Old West… Some true, some false, some plain cockamamie. Like the famous tale of a stagecoach that was burned to the ground by Apaches, and the only survivor was a tiny infant and his little teddy bear…
Now, many times, Indians have found little babies and brought it up as their own… And then there are stories of wolves finding a child and raising it in the wolf pack…
But nobody wanted this baby. Nobody loved him. So this little baby grew up loving nobody. And he became the meanest man in the whole West: Evil Roy Slade.
Amongst lnjuns… a tribe’s greatness is figured on how mighty its enemies be.
Who ARE those guys?
This here’s Miss Bonnie Parker. I’m Clyde Barrow. We rob banks.
Now, on the matter of motive, we ask you: Why did you conceive, plan and execute this dastardly and scandalous crime?
I wanted the money.
The only thing that counts is that stuff you take to the bank, that filthy buck that everybody sneers at, but slugs to get
You expect us to just walk out the casino with millions of dollars on us?
Fingers crossed.
Help me Jesus! Help me Jewish God! Help me Allah! AAAAAHHH! Help me Tom Cruise! Tom Cruise, use your witchcraft on me to get the fire off me!
Moses! Move the bike!
Let my people go!
My Lord, may I also remind my learned friend that his witness, by her own admission, has already violated so many oaths that I am surprised the Testament did not leap from her hand when she was sworn here today!
I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way.