I can do affordable fashion. I mean, I know where all the sales are.
It’s just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it’s time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.
“A dress can’t change anything!”
“Watch and learn Gertrude, watch and learn!”
Come on in and experience some of my bullshit.
“We’re going to clean up in this place!”
“You bet we’re going to clean up.”
Into the garbage chute, fly boy.
Listen, he smiled at you. When ‘Happy Jack’ smiles at a wing commander, that’s like giving him the Airman Of The Year Award.
Hello Yank, welcome to a very merry little war. And now how about a wee drop for the King and Uncle Sam?
You American-haters bore me to tears, Ms. Barham. I’ve dealt with Europeans all my life. I know all about us parvenus from the States who come over here and race around your old cathedral towns with our cameras and Coca-Cola bottles… Brawl in your pubs, paw at your women, and act like we own the world. We overtip, we talk too loud, we think we can buy anything with a Hershey bar. I’ve had Germans and Italians tell me how politically ingenuous we are, and perhaps so. But we haven’t managed a Hitler or a Mussolini yet. I’ve had Frenchmen call me a savage because I only took half an hour for lunch. Hell, Ms. Barham, the only reason the French take two hours for lunch is because the service in their restaurants is lousy. The most tedious lot are you British. We crass Americans didn’t introduce war into your little island. This war, Ms. Barham to which we Americans are so insensitive, is the result of 2,000 years of European greed, barbarism, superstition, and stupidity. Don’t blame it on our Coca-Cola bottles. Europe was a going brothel long before we came to town.
Oh, you English are so superior, aren’t you? Well, would you like to know what you’d be without us, the good ol’ U.S. of A. to protect you? I’ll tell you. The smallest fucking province in the Russian Empire, that’s what! So don’t call me stupid, lady. Just thank me!
My children think all you British are Santa Claus in beautiful tweed clothes.
You Americans, all you do is talk, and talk, and say “let me tell you something” and “I just wanna say.” Well, you’re dead now, so shut up.
If I’ve got to watch my language just because they let a few broads in, I’m going to quit. How the hell can you run a goddamn railroad without swearing?
Mr. Galvin, with all due respect, I’ve been railroading twenty-eight years. I’m telling you, we got a real chance to stop this thing.
Each fellow does the other fellow’s murder. Then there is nothing to connect them. The one who had the motive isn’t there. Each fellow murders a total stranger. Like you do my murder and I do yours. But, Guy, you wanted it! We planned it on the train together, remember?
He’s trying to kill me! I asked for the salted nuts. He brought me the unsalted nuts. The unsalted nuts make me choke!
Well, let’s get her done.
“Hey kids, let’s put on a show!”
“We can use my dad’s barn.”
You can’t fall down. You can’t because your future’s in it, my future and everything all of us have is staked on you. All right, now I’m through, but you keep your feet on the ground and your head on those shoulders of yours and go out, and Sawyer, you’re going out a youngster but you’ve got to come back a star!
I’m a star. I’m a star, I’m a star, I’m a star. I am a big bright shining star. Yeah, that’s right.