Joe Buck: Uh, well, sir, I ain't a f'real cowboy. But I am one helluva stud!
June 30, 2020
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Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Monday, June 29, 2020
June 29, 2020
Captain Miller: He better be worth it. He better go home and cure a disease, or invent a longer-lasting light bulb.
Sunday, June 28, 2020
June 28, 2020
Fans are an essential part of sport in general.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
June 27, 2020
The only way to prove that you’re a good sport is to lose.
Friday, June 26, 2020
June 26, 2020
Ice cream is cheaper than therapy.
Thursday, June 25, 2020
June 25, 2020
Henderson: You live here all alone?
Otis B. Driftwood: Yes. Just me and my memories. I'm practically a hermit.
Henderson: Oh. A hermit. I notice the table's set for four.
Otis B. Driftwood: That's nothing - my alarm clock is set for eight. That doesn't prove a thing.
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
June 24, 2020
King: [Watching the ambush party leave into the jungle] I'm glad I ain't going with them. Somewhere out there is the beast and he hungry tonight.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
June 23, 2020
Margo: Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!
Monday, June 22, 2020
June 22, 2020
The Mechanical Salesman: Don't stop for lunch: be ahead of your competitor. The Billows Feeding Machine will eliminate the lunch hour, increase your production, and decrease your overhead. Allow us to point out some of the features of this wonderful machine: its beautiful, aerodynamic, streamlined body; its smoothness of action, made silent by our electro-porous metal ball bearings.
Sunday, June 21, 2020
June 21, 2020
You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.
Saturday, June 20, 2020
June 20, 2020
Joe Gillis (as narrator): The poor dope - he always wanted a pool. Well, in the end, he got himself a pool.
Friday, June 19, 2020
June 19, 2020
Opal: [speaking into a micro recorder as she walks through a school bus parking lot] The buses! The buses are empty and look almost menacing, threatening, as so many yellow dragons watching me with their hollow, vacant eyes. I wonder how many little black and white children have yellow nightmares, their own special brand of fear for the yellow peril... Damn it, it's got to be more... positive. No, more negative! Start again. Yellow is the color of caution. No. Yellow is the color of cowardice. Yellow is the color of sunshine. And yet I see very little sunshine in the lives of all the little black and white children. I see their lives, rather, as a study in grayness, a mixture of black and... Oh, Christ, no. That's fascist. Yellow! Yellow, yellow, yellow. Yellow fever...
Thursday, June 18, 2020
June 18, 2020
Gillespie: How much they pay you to do their police work?
Tibbs: A hundred and sixty-two dollars, and thirty-nine cents per week.
Gillespie: A hundred and sixty-two dollars and thirty-nine cents a week? Well boy! Sam, you take him outside but treat him nice, because a man that makes a hundred and sixty-two dollars and thirty-nine cents a week, we do not want to ruffle him!
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
June 17, 2020
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
June 16, 2020
Radio Raheem: Let me tell you the story of Right Hand, Left Hand. It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that Cain iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love.
Monday, June 15, 2020
June 15, 2020
The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.
Sunday, June 14, 2020
June 14, 2020
When you're the best of friends
Having so much fun together
You're not even aware you're such a funny pair
You're the best of friends.
Saturday, June 13, 2020
June 13, 2020
Gerald O'Hara: Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, that Tara, that land doesn't mean anything to you? Why, land is the only thing in the world worth workin' for, worth fightin' for, worth dyin' for, because it's the only thing that lasts.
Friday, June 12, 2020
June 12, 2020
The door handle is the handshake of the building.
Thursday, June 11, 2020
June 11, 2020
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
June 10, 2020
Sally Bowles: What good is sitting alone In your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
June 09, 2020
[reading letter about new leopard]
Susan Vance: ""He's three years old, gentle as a kitten, and likes dogs."" I wonder whether Mark means that he eats dogs or is fond of them?
Monday, June 8, 2020
June 08, 2020
Sonny Crawford: [to the unsympathetic crowd around Billy's body] He was sweeping you sons of bitches, he was sweeping!
Sunday, June 7, 2020
June 07, 2020
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
Saturday, June 6, 2020
June 06, 2020
Kathy Selden: [the lead-in to Don's ""Singin' In the Rain"" number] This California dew's a little heavier than usual tonight.
Don Lockwood: Oh really? From where I stand, the sun is shining all over the place...
Friday, June 5, 2020
June 05, 2020
I'm obsessed with the form of a toolbox. The idea of a portable kit that has everything you might need ignites something inside me. It's like Batman's utility belt.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
June 04, 2020
Alex: There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
June 03, 2020
Phil : What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?
Ralph : That about sums it up for me.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
June 02, 2020
All clocks break, and what breaks them is Time.
Monday, June 1, 2020
June 01, 2020
Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
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