We’re actors - we’re the opposite of people!
I’m not an actor, I’m a movie star!
I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.
Great! Now all I have to do is keep my self stinking drunk and no one will be able to tell the difference.
Pay no attention to that alky, boys.
Well, what am I supposed to do? You won’t answer my calls, you change your number. I mean, I’m not gonna be ignored, Dan!
People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy and I can’t do that as Bruce Wayne. As a man, I’m flesh and blood, I can be ignored, I can be destroyed; but as a symbol… as a symbol I can be incorruptible, I can be everlasting.
The Phaaaaaantom of the Opera is here, inside your mind!
This is no dream! This is really happening!
This is the story of two men who met in a banana republic. One of them never did anything dishonest in his life except for one crazy minute. The other never did anything honest in his life except for one crazy minute. They both had to get out of the country.
They’re saps because they risk their lives for strangers.
There is a legend of a man who lives beneath the sea. He is a fisher of men, the last hope of all those who have been left behind. Many survivors claim to have felt his gripping hands beneath them; pushing them up to the surface; whispering strength until help could arrive. But this, of course, is only a legend.
I’ve been looking for you. Your half-brother, King Orm, is about to declare war upon the surface world. The only way to stop his war is for you to take your rightful place as king.
Fredo, you’re nothing to me now. You’re not a brother, you’re not a friend. I don’t want to know you or what you do. I don’t want to see you at the hotels, I don’t want you near my house. When you see our mother, I want to know a day in advance, so I won’t be there. You understand?
Visiting hours are never!
While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? We’re closed.
Don’t I always pay you extra for opening and closing?
Show me the money!
Pay the man!
The Man. Oh, you don’t know The Man? He’s everywhere. In the White House, down the hall, MISS MULLINS, she’s The Man. And The Man ruined the ozone, and he’s burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! Okay? And there used to be a way to stick it to The Man. It was called rock ‘n’ roll. But guess what. Oh, no. The Man ruined that too with a little thing called MTV!