It’s nothing of a sexual nature, I assure you.
No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? No, we begin by coveting what we see every day. Don’t you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don’t your eyes seek out the things you want?
If every eligible maiden in the kingdom is there, he’s bound to take an interest in one of them, isn’t he? Isn’t he?
Just said so, don’t want it. Look: “Made in Japan.” I don’t want my hard-earned American dollars converted into yen. I want an AMERICAN length of rubber seal. Do you work here? All right, we’ll get it someplace else! This is not the only place in town. Good-bye…or maybe I should have said, “Sayonara!”
Look to the rainbow. Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
You’re an imposter! You can’t be leprechaun you’re too tall!
Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?
Sorry, I’m just thrilled to be alive!
Well now, I get low and I get high,
And if I can’t get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I’m a dancin’ man and I just can’t lose.
…And the thing that you’re hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys
You know, when they forced Khruschev out, he sat down and wrote two letters to his successor. He said: “When you get yourself into a situation you can’t get out of, open the first letter, and you’ll be safe. When you get yourself into another situation you can’t get out of, open the second letter.” Well, soon enough, this guy found himself in a tight place, so he opened the first letter. Which said: “Blame everything on me.” So he blames the old man, it worked like a charm. When he got himself into a second situation he couldn’t get out of, he opened the second letter. It said: “Sit down, and write two letters.”
When he reached the New World, Cortez burned his ships. As a result his men were well-motivated.
Well, the New World is like Heaven, and we’ll all be rich and free!
Or so we have been told by the Virginia Company.
There are no cats in America!
Some story, huh? What’s the moral? Other than dog people should marry dog people and cat people, cat people.
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!
That’s some Twinkie.
What kind of convenience store do you run here?
Dear Mr. Vernon: We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.