I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid.
I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark. And so was I. And we found each other. We found each other in the dark.
Young Punk. Mr. “Rock and Roll.” Cocky as hell. We liked him immediately.
Rita Hayworth. Can you get her?
I think this boy’s cheese has done slid off his cracker.
(Oh, you’re ganging up on me, eh? This will continue another night. :D)
Sometimes it makes me sad, though… Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
Maybe it’s because I’m Irish. 
Seems there are Irish people everywhere, or people who want to be.
Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
My dad says that childhood is the happiest time of my life. But, I think he’s wrong. I think my mom’s right. She says that…
Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome. That’s what momma always says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will, too.
Mama says they was magic shoes. They could take me anywhere.
There’s no place like home.
The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221 B Baker Street.
Well, this is going to be a barren source of amusement.
Beyond the fact that you are a brilliant Jewish physician who was born in Hungary and studied for a while in Paris, and that certain radical theories of yours have alienated the respectable medical community so that you have severed your connections with various hospitals and branches of the medical fraternity, beyond this I can deduce little. You’re married, with a child of… five. You enjoy Shakespeare and possess a sense of honour.
Though some may disagree, we French know that the best food in the world comes from France, the best food in France comes from Paris, and the best food in Paris, some say, comes from Gusteau’s.
Boy, Bandini, they’re eating in here because they want to.
Aha, Okay. Hey, Joe! Butch-a he say he wants-a two spaghetti speciale, heavy on the meats-a ball.
Rambo? Rambo’s a pussy.
I got a feeling everyone else passed on this job, so our fee is $5 mil.