Luke! I’m shutting the power down!
The traffic commissioner shall hear of this!
Ten thousand dollars for a taxi!
Well, how many cabbies do you know get you into an argument to save you money?
Of all the cabbies in L.A. I get Max, Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.
Roland thinks L.A. is a place for the brain-dead. He says, if you turned off the sprinklers, it would turn into a desert. But I think - I don’t know, it’s not what I expected. It’s a place where they’ve taken a desert and turned it into their dreams. I’ve seen a lot of L.A. and I think it’s also a place of secrets: secret houses, secret lives, secret pleasures. And no one is looking to the outside for verification that what they’re doing is all right.
Come to Los Angeles! The sun shines bright, the beaches are wide and inviting, and the orange groves stretch as far as the eye can see. There are jobs aplenty, and land is cheap. Every working man can have his own house, and inside every house, a happy, all-American family. You can have all this, and who knows… you could even be discovered, become a movie star… or at least see one. Life is good in Los Angeles… it’s paradise on Earth." Ha ha ha ha. That’s what they tell you, anyway.
They talk a lot, don’t they?
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
You seem like somebody who likes to talk. I like to let people talk who like to talk. It helps me figure out how full of shit they are.
Now, sir. We’ll talk, if you like. I’ll tell you right out, I am a man who likes talking to a man who likes to talk.
He traveled all around the world, and everywhere he went, he’d use his word, and all would say, “There goes a clever gent!”
One day off the boat am I, with a job that’s nearly mine! 'Tis a job with an elegant millionaire, and his elegant family! Today I move from immigrant - to high society!
Yesterday I bought my first pair of American shoes. They were made in Italy.
We eat when we’re not hungry, drink when we’re not thirsty. We buy what we don’t need and throw away everything that’s useful. Why sell a man what he wants? Sell him what he doesn’t need! Pretend he has eight legs, two stomachs and money to burn. It’s wrong. Wrong! Wrong!
Guy with eight hands. Sounds hot.
We accept you! One of us! Gobble, gobble!
Hey, there’s a vicious animal in the hallway!
I speak over two thousand languages, including Dodo and Unicorn.
Splendid! We have been without an interpreter since our master got angry with our last protocol droid and disintegrated him.