We’re not perfect. Any of us. We make mistakes, we screw up but then we forgive and move forward.
I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
He’s experienced about as much pain and suffering as anyone I’ve encountered, give or take, and he still has Hell to look forward to.
The Messiah has come! A man was dead but now he lives!
Give my creation life!
Mazel tov! It’s a boy!
I bet that he’ll turn out to be the spitting image of his dad. But he’ll have more common sense than his pudding-headed father ever had.
When I was 9 years old, I had kind of a rough time. A lot of people thought I was pretty mixed up. But there was one person who got me through it. He did everything right. And thanks to him today, well I’m the happiest, most confident and most well adjusted person in this world. Dad, I love you. You’re the greatest
My son, Sebastian and I constructed our days. Each day we would carve each day like a piece of sculpture, leaving behind us a trail of days like a gallery of sculpture until suddenly, last summer.
I just want him to stay with me until I can be sure he won’t turn into Norman Nothing. I want to be sure he’ll know when he’s chickening out on himself. I want him to get to know exactly the special thing he is or else he won’t notice it when it starts to go. I want him to stay awake and know who the phonies are, I want him to know how to holler and put up an argument, I want a little guts to show before I can let him go. I want to be sure he sees all the wild possibilities. I want him to know it’s worth all the trouble just to give the world a little goosing when you get the chance. And I want him to know the subtle, sneaky, important reason why he was born a human being and not a chair.
I raised you to be a winner, so dammit boy, win!
You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it.
I love your funny face, your sunny, funny face.
Did you get the license number of the truck that run over your face?
I want to take his face… off. Eyes, nose, skin, teeth. It’s coming off.
I’m everyone - and no one. Everywhere - nowhere. Call me… Darkman.
Ah. Well… I attended Juilliard… I’m a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I’ve seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT!
That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.
I know who I am. I’m the dude playin’ the dude, disguised as another dude!
The Dude abides.