Whoever sent that message, he sure believes in Hell.
Well, I gotta tell you: I’d be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that is dangerous.
Master Shakespeare?
I was “an Elizabethan fruit fly.” I was “the Betty Boop of Stratford-on-Avon.” I was “putrid.” Capital P, capital U, capital TRID.
I was a stand-up tomato: a juicy, sexy, beefsteak tomato. Nobody does vegetables like me. I did an evening of vegetables off-Broadway. I did the best tomato, the best cucumber… I did an endive salad that knocked the critics on their ass.
Sawyer, you listen to me, and you listen hard. Two hundred people, two hundred jobs, two hundred thousand dollars, five weeks of grind and blood and sweat depend upon you. It’s the lives of all these people who’ve worked with you. You’ve got to go on, and you’ve got to give and give and give. They’ve got to like you. Got to. Do you understand? You can’t fall down. You can’t because your future’s in it, my future and everything all of us have is staked on you. All right, now I’m through, but you keep your feet on the ground and your head on those shoulders of yours and go out, and Sawyer, you’re going out a youngster but you’ve got to come back a star!
It’s not like we’re hardened criminals here. We’re in show business.
It’s not show friends. It’s show business.
“I have to warn you, I’ve heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.”
“OK, we’ll have to base it on sex then.”
Well, on Earth, for centuries, people haven’t made love unless their psychocardiogram readings were in perfect compliments.
When the electromagnetic of the he-male, meets the electromagnetic of the female, if right away she should say, “This is the male!” It’s a chemical reaction, that’s all.
Yes, it is. Now suck my cock!
Don’t ever write a check with your mouth you can’t cash with your ass. Oh, and one more thing… don’t wake the mother.
I’m gonna hit you so hard that when you wake up your clothes will be out of style!
Welcome to Fight Club.
I have come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass…and I’m all out of bubble gum.
Dave? What the fuck are you doing? Why are you dressed as Kick-Ass?
You were hinting around about clothes. That happens to be a very important topic to me, Mr. Banks. Clothes make the man. I believe that. You say to me you want to go shopping, you want to buy clothes, but you don’t know what kind. You leave that hanging in the air, like I’m going to fill in the blank, that to me is like asking me who you are, and I don’t know who you are. I don’t want to know. It’s taken me my whole life to find out who I am, and I’m tired now, you hear what I’m saying?
I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!
One singular sensation, every little step she takes.