Come here! You better watch your MOUTH!
Language is the first weapon drawn in a conflict.
The first man to raise a fist is the man who’s run out of ideas.
Glad you decided to join the conversation.
Don, it’ll be a sensation! “Lamont and Lockwood: they talk!”
But I’m not a rat, Agent Kujan
We can no longer live as rats. We know too much.
A man… a statesman… is to be killed… assassinated in London. Soon… very soon. Tell them in London… tell them to try Ambrose Chapel…
I know I’m human. And I know some of you are still human. If you were all these things, you would just attack me right now.
Ack! Ack ack! Ack ack ack ack! Ack ack!
Yes, thousands of paratroopers have landed in Nijmegen… right on top of Field Marshal Model.
You better do something you idiot, because in ten minutes; you’re going to have 200 tons of locomotive smashing into Central Station on it’s way to Marshall Fields!
Well, I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna get me a bath. Then I’m gonna get drunk. Then I’m gonna catch me a whore with great big tits. Then I’m gonna get drunk again. Then I’m gonna rob that Wells Fargo office and get me my money back, you dumb-ass Jew!
I’m going into town to get my money from Jack Colby and then get shed of the bunch of ya! I’ve been shot five times, knifed twice, bit on the ass by a pig, stomped on by a horse and sat on by a mule and once, in the winter of '91, a grizzly chewed off my big toe. And I’ve survived two avalanches, three blizzards, five Indian uprisings and seven Presidential elections, but I’ve never been owned by no woman nor dog…and I’ve come too far down the road to let it happen to me now.
The only thing that makes me truly happy is mathematics. Snow, ice, and numbers.
You and your arithmetic, you’ll probably go far.
But can you blow the shofar?
“Feast of Trumpets” is the quote
So he was human? That makes you a murderer, don’t it?
Ever since you walked into this room, you’ve been acting like a self-appointed public avenger.
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”