You must go through quite a few non-disclosure agreements.
I couldn’t say.
You’d be quite a gentleman if it weren’t for your manners.
They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.
Do you really want to go and live in that hotel for the winter?
Keep your hands off my lobby boy!
Have you ever had a single moment’s thought about my responsibilities? Have you ever thought, for a single solitary moment about my responsibilities to my employers? Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after the Overlook Hotel until May the first. Does it matter to you at all that the owners have placed their complete confidence and “trust” in me, and that I have signed a letter of agreement, a “contract,” in which I have accepted that responsibility? Do you have the slightest idea what a “moral and ethical principal” is? Do you? Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future, if I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities? Has it ever occurred to you? Has it?
You see? Profound satisfaction. Such is the inevitable result of a prolonged stay at the Marigold Hotel. To create a home for the elderly so wonderful that they will simply refuse to die.
And what do you do in the Grand Hotel? Eat. Sleep. Loaf around. Flirt a little, dance a little. A hundred doors leading to one hall. No one knows anything about the person next to them. And when you leave, someone occupies your room, lies in your bed… that’s the end.
Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn’t know this either, but love don’t make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die! The storybooks are bullshit! Now I want you to come upstairs with me and GET in my bed!
Do you want number one fuckee?
Hey Big Spender, spend a little time with me.
Hey, wait a minute. We’re not talking about some stray pilot with a MIG, we’re talking about several billion dollars’ worth of Soviet state property. They’re going to want it back.
This is the First Secretary. I am speaking to the individual who has stolen the property of the U.S.S.R. Can your hear me, Mr. Gant?
No, schmuck, I’m deaf! I’m deaf! Now do you get it?
[seen as an insert title] Mr. Marceau, how would you like to appear in the first silent movie made in nearly fifty years?
Did you nod? Have you been nodding?
Is it possible the two defendants entered the store, picked 22 specific items off of the shelves, had the clerk take money, make change, then leave. Then, two different men drive up in a similar – don’t shake your head, I’m not done yet. Wait till you hear the whole thing, so you can understand this, now. Two different men drive up in a similar-looking car, go in, shoot the clerk, rob him, and then leave?
And if a frog had wings, it wouldn’t bump its ass a- hoppin’.
That’s pretty dangerous building a road in the middle of the street. I mean, if frogs couldn’t hop, I’d be gone with the Schwinn.