Play the “Marseillaise.”… Play it!
If she can stand it, I can! Play it!
Take her to the zoo.
I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can’t stand it any longer. It’s the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I’ve somehow been infected by it
“What he means Mr. Mayor, is real wrath of God type stuff - forty years of darkness…”
“Earthquakes, volcanoes…”
“The dead rising from their graves…”
“Dogs and cats, living together, Mass Hysteria!”
Two points! There’s your goddamn score! Cats crawling on trees, five time five is twenty-five. Fuck this place! Fuck it!
You see this desk? This desk belonged to Fiorello La Guardia, “the Little Flower”. He was about 5 foot tall, used to read the funny papers to his constituents’ children over the radio, and was about the best goddamned mayor this city ever had. You know what La Guardia said? “Why is it, every time you can do some good, the nice people come in and mess you up?”
Why would anyone want to be President of the United States when he can be Mayor of New York?
It’s good to be the king.
What family doesn’t have its little ups and downs?
“'Ohana” means “family.” Family means “no one gets left behind.” But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves.
You think you’ve been getting away with it all this time, standing by. Well, son … your bystanding days are over! You’re in it now, up to your neck!
Can you believe dad bought me this dress? He can be so childishly sentimental sometimes. Isn’t this ridiculous?
Which reminds me, where’s your report card?
No questions. No answers. That’s the business we’re in. You just accept it and move on. Maybe that’s lesson number three.
I used to be in love with answers, but since I’ve known you I’m just as astounded by questions. Answers make you wise, questions make you human.
And Leo’s getting larger!
Get the fuck off of my obstacle!
Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
And David put his hand in the bag and took out a stone and slung it.
And it struck the Philistine on the head and he fell to the ground. Amen.