You know, why does everything you have to say… You know, why does it have to revolve around sex? Why? Why are you so perverted?
Well, you’re the one drawing all the dirty pictures!
Do me a favor. Do yourselves a favor. Stop talking, and look. You’re not required to write a paper. You’re not even required to like it. You are required to consider it.
What do you think you are, for Chrissake, crazy or somethin’? Well you’re not! You’re not! You’re no crazier than the average asshole out walkin’ around on the streets and that’s it.
I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs 215 pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab or the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?
Well, you can. It just takes an awful lot of work.
Hello. Hello. Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die!
My…name…is…FRANKENSTEIN!
Your dog is alive!
No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Murray (Kiwi accent): Maybe he’s dead!
Dave: Maybe he’s did what?
Murray: No, no, I said maybe he’s dead!
Dave: Maybe he did and maybe he didn’t; I don’t really give a fuck.
Judge Chamberlain Haller: Uh… did you say ‘yutes’?
Vinny Gambini: Yeah, two yutes.
Judge Chamberlain Haller: What is a yute?
Vinny Gambini: [beat] Oh, excuse me, your honor…
[exaggerated]
Vinny Gambini: Two YOUTHS.
[not a movie, but can’t resist]:
Tony Soprano: [over the phone] It’s a bad connection so I’m gonna talk fast. The guy you’re looking for is an ex-commando. He killed sixteen Chechen rebels single-handed! Nice, huh? He was with the Interior Ministry. Guy’s like a Russian green beret. He can not come back and tell this story. You understand?
Paulie ‘Walnuts’ Gualtieri: I hear you. [hangs up] You’re not gonna believe this. He killed sixteen Czechoslovakians. Guy was an interior decorator.
Christopher Moltisanti: His house looked like shit.
Mine wasn’t either. You’re forgiven. Now back to our program.
Hello?.. Uh… Hello D- uh hello Dmitri? Listen uh uh I can’t hear too well. Do you suppose you could turn the music down just a little?.. Oh-ho, that’s much better… yeah… huh… yes… Fine, I can hear you now, Dmitri… Clear and plain and coming through fine… I’m coming through fine, too, eh?.. Good, then… well, then, as you say, we’re both coming through fine… Good… Well, it’s good that you’re fine and… and I’m fine… I agree with you, it’s great to be fine… a-ha-ha-ha-ha… Now then, Dmitri, you know how we’ve always talked about the possibility of something going wrong with the Bomb… The Bomb, Dmitri… The hydrogen bomb!.
Relax? I have never been more relaxed in my life! If I were any more relaxed, I’d be dead!
You’re so wrapped up in layers onion boy, you’re afraid of your own feelings!
Some things could reach him, though. The mention of his name, notes of a particular piece of music. The touch of another human being. But these awakenings were rare and transient, lasting only a moment.
This is Lawrence, Kansas. Is anybody there? Anybody at all?
I have a theory about this. Everyone in the city is having sex at the exact same time… except for us. But we will press on.