You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do.
Women ! What can you say? Who made ‘em? God must have been a fuckin’ genius. The hair – They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls… and just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips – and when they touched, yours were like… that first swallow of wine… after you just crossed the desert. Tits ! Whoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya… Like secret searchlights. Mmm. And legs – I don’t care if they’re Greek columns… or secondhand Steinways. What’s between 'em, passport to heaven.
There ain’t nothin’ like a dame, nothin’ in the world.
There is nothin’ you can name that is anything like a dame.
The companionship of a doll is a pleasant thing even for a period of time running into months. But for a close relationship that can last us through all the years of our life, no doll can take the place of aces back to back.
Cherry, I want you to get me a Pepsi.
Let us put more of this liquid into our bodies.
Colonel… that Coca-Cola machine. I want you to shoot the lock off it. There may be some change in there.
It’s one thing to want to change the way people live, but you want to change how they think, how they feel. Either way, it’s dangerous. It’s against Rome. It’s against the way the world is. And killing or loving, it’s all the same. It simply doesn’t matter how you want to change things – we don’t want them changed.
Traditions, traditions. Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as… as… as a fiddler on the roof!
All right, get this guy into Bert’s suit! And remember Lockwood, you might be trading that fiddle in for a harp!
“Class isn’t something you buy. Look at you – you’ve got on a $500 suit and you’re still a low-life.”
"Yeah, but I look good."
Found a culture, have you Rita? Found a better song to sing? No, you found a different song to sing, and on your lips it’s shrill and hollow and tuneless.
Aren’t we told in Psalm 149 “Praise ye the Lord, sing unto the Lord a new song”?
You’re so old, you read the Bible to reminisce.
It’s not the years, honey. It’s the mileage.
How lovely to sit here in the shade
With none of the woes of man and maid
I’m glad I’m not young anymore
I let him think I’m staying in the suite, not cleaning it. I’m the maid, Ty.
Position and positioning
Are socially conditioning
How you’re born, how you’re bred
Predetermine who you wed
Which means there’s nothing changeable
Nothing’s rearrangable;
Position and positioning are everything in life
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.
You know what they say, man. It’s not the altitude, it’s the attitude.