All right, now you’re using your fucking head!
Riggan, your gun is ridiculous. I can see the red plug in the barrel, so you look like a kid with a plastic toy when you point it at me. I don’t feel threatened at all. Get a better one. Have some self respect, please.
This is my rifle, this is my gun!
(This is my rifle, this is my gun!)
This is for fighting, this is for fun!
(This is for fighting, this is for fun!)
You have been raised up from Brutality, to kill the Brutals who multiply, and are legion. To this end, Zardoz your God gave you the gift of the Gun. The Gun is good! The Penis is evil! The Penis shoots Seeds, and makes new Life to poison the Earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the Gun shoots Death and purifies the Earth of the filth of Brutals. Go forth, and kill! Zardoz has spoken.
That’s a marshal joke.
US Marshals, are you in here alone? Are you in here alone?
Are you getting out of that bed, or am I coming in after you?
Yeah, that’s what she said.
What we got here, is failure to communicate!
Harpo: [Honk!]
Why all you whiteys got such a tight ass?
Why you bringin’ up old shit?
Sorry, that was mean.
“In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.” Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.
“So, how can I help you, Mr. Schanberg?”
“I was wondering if maybe you could give me some information on why my airplane was delayed this morning.”
“Your plane was delayed?”
“That’s right.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s bad weather or something. Your flight…all commercials flights are out of my jurisdiction, so…”
“So you don’t know anything about it?”
“No, I don’t.”
“All right. In that case, I’d like you to listen to something I’ve just been listening to, and then I would like a comment. This morning, for reasons beyond anybody’s control, I spend two hours in Bangkok staring at a seat belt sign. Meanwhile, my sources tell me, two Army helicopters are landing here, just across the airfield. Half the ambulances in Phnom Penh are waiting there to meet them. And now my sources tell me that there’s a rumor that the United States Air Force dropped a bomb, or several bombs, on the city of Neak Luong.”
“C’mon, Schanberg, that’s a rumor. I’m not gonna comment on a rumor.”
“I don’t understand you. I just wanna know if that’s the reason why my airplane was delayed!”
“…No comment.”
“How many killed?”
[silence]
“How many wounded?”
[silence]
“Thank you for your cooperation, Major Reeves. When I scrape this story out, I will no doubt be quoting you in full!”
Lenny, offically the church won’t take any postion with the religious implications of these phenomenons. Personally Lenny, I think it’s a sign from God, but don’t quote me on that.
Go to sleep, Lenny.
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep.
We’re not bad people, Mac … just underachievers who have to make up for lost time.