Holy God. This is going to change my life in a zillion different ways. I must be nuts.

Sofía

[to Ben] You wouldn't last one day out here!

James

Ritchie: That's it. You're fired.
Isabel Bigelow: Doesn't matter... I quit! Yeah, so you better call my agent.
Jim Fields: You don't have an agent.
Isabel Bigelow: Then call my cable man!

Harvey Milk: Forty years old and I haven't done a thing that I'm proud of.
Scott Smith: You keep eating this cake, you're not going to make it to fifty.

[in the voice of a cartoon mouse] I'm the mascot of an evil corporation!

Bart Simpson

Hey Kenney, you bastard. It's you and I.

Charley Bowdre

He was even dumber than you. He couldn't even write his whole name. "X," that's what it ought to say on that goddamn headstone, just like our apartment. One big lousy "X"... condemned by order of City Hall.

Ratso Rizzo

Ray Kinsella: I bet it's good to be playing again, huh?
Shoeless Joe Jackson: Getting thrown out of baseball was like having part of me amputated. I've heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that been dust for over fifty years. That was me. I'd wake up at night with the smell of the ball park in my nose, the cool of the grass on my feet... The thrill of the grass.

I've been thinking. Tomorrow it will be twenty-eight years to the day that I've been in the service. Twenty-eight years in peace and war. I don't suppose I've been at home more than ten months in all that time. Still, it's been a good life. I loved India. I wouldn't have had it any other way. But there are times when suddenly you realize you're nearer the end than the beginning. And you wonder, you ask yourself, what the sum total of your life represents. What difference your being there at any time made to anything. Hardly made any difference at all, really, particularly in comparison with other men's careers. I don't know whether that kind of thinking's very healthy; but I must admit I've had some thoughts on those lines from time to time. But tonight... tonight!

Colonel Nicholson

Angela Holden: So you're like... ransom.
Julie Beckley: That's hot.
Zack Mazursky: It's ok. Its like another story to tell my grandchildren
Julie Beckley: Stolen boy.

Don, how did you come, by way of Australia?

Cosmo Brown

Don Lockwood: I'm no actor. I never was. Just a bunch of dumb show. I know that now.
Cosmo Brown: Well, at least you're taking it lying down.
Don Lockwood: No. No kidding, Cosmo. Did you ever see anything as ridiculous as me on that screen tonight?
Kathy: Yeah, how about Lina?
Don Lockwood: All right. I ran her a close second. Maybe it was a photo finish. I'm through, fellas.
Kathy: Don, you're not through!
Cosmo Brown: Why of course not. Why, with your looks and figure, you could drive an ice wagon or shine shoes!
Kathy: Block hats!
Cosmo Brown: Sell pencils!
Kathy: Dig ditches!
Cosmo Brown: Or worse still, go back to vaudeville.

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