Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill you.
Here comes Mr. Jordan.
Oh, he’ll be here any minute!
It’s not how long you wait, it’s who you’re waiting for!
I’m not really Leo Farnsworth.
I’m… Batman.
I’m Edward Kimberly, the recluse brother of my sister Anthea. Edward Kimberly, who has finally vindicated his sister’s good name. I am Edward Kimberly. Edward Kimberly. And I’m not mentally ill, but proud, and lucky, and strong enough to be the woman that was the best part of my manhood. The best part of myself.
I am Spartacus!
You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? You’ve beaten my giant, which means you’re exceptionally strong, so you could’ve put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you’ve also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
If anyone orders Merlot, I’m leaving. I am NOT drinking fucking Merlot!
A little vino would be keeno.
A little Chianti? Can’t have spaghetti marinaro without a little vino.
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Put down the bottle and we’ll say no more.
I don’t want you to think I’m a drinker. I can stop if I want to, only I don’t want to.
Don’t get high on your own supply.
I’ll take the Pepsi Challenge with that Amsterdam shit any day of the fuckin’ week.
I never drink… wine. And I never smoke… shit.
Husband? I never found a man good enough for that.
Someone once said “Don’t try to be a great man. Just be a man, and let history make its own judgements.”