What are you crying for? It wasn’t a Lassie story.
Ye’re my Lassie come home.
Shane! Come back! Come back, Shane!
I hate that word. It’s a return, a return to the millions of people who have never forgiven me for deserting the screen.
All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.
What is the point of living in L.A. if you’re not in the movie business?
Hi. My name is Bob. I’ll be your robber.
This is the sort of thing that Mafia people can do, washing money and so forth. We just don’t know about these things because we’re not criminals.
All right. This one time I’ll let you ask me about my affairs.
I’ll tell you anything you want to know.
Who is Keyser Soze?
I’m an international criminal! It always ends up like this.
Someone is always chasing after the Fox.
Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you’ll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?
It’s a Buddhist meditation technique. Focuses your aggression. The monks used to do it before going into battle.
Who was this creature that rose like the dawn, as bewitching as the moon, radiant as the sun, terrible as an army poised for battle?
Hi, ho! Kermit the Frog here.
There is no way I am kissing a frog and eating a bug on the same day.
Shoo, fly, don’t bother me.
Fly, you fools!