After that my guess is that you will never hear from him again. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. And like that... he is gone.


No I will not make out with you. Did ya hear that? this girl wants to make out with me in the middle of class. You got Chlorophyll Man up there talking about God knows what and all she can talk about is making out with me. I'm here to learn, everybody, not to make out with you. Go on with the chlorophyll.

Billy Madison

Mary Jane: What do you see coming for you?
Peter Parker: I don't know. Whatever it is, it's something I never felt before.
Mary Jane: And... what for me?
Peter Parker: For you? You're gonna light up Broadway.

Hooper: Check this shit. You got cracker farm boy Luke Skywalker, Nazi poster boy, blond hair, blue eyes. And then you got Darth Vader, the blackest brother in the galaxy, Nubian god!
Banky Edwards: What's a "Nubian"?
Hooper: Shut the fuck up!

Mater: "Excuse me lady."
Holley Shiftwell: "This cannot be him."
Finn McMissile: "Is he American?"
Holley Shiftwell: (As Mater shows off some of his funky dance moves) "Extremely."
Finn McMissile: "Then it is him."

[quoting Benjamin Franklin] Politicians are a lot like diapers. They should be changed frequently, and for the same reason.

Tom Dobbs

Oh man shut your anorexic malnutrition tapeworm-having overdose on Dick Gregory Bohemian diet-drinking ass up. Leave me alone!

Sidney Deane

Principal Evans: Mr. and Mrs. Abagnale, this is not a question of your son's attendance. I regret to inform you that, for the past week, Frank has been teaching Mrs. Glasser's French class.
Paula Abagnale: He what?
Principal Evans: Your son has been pretending to be a substitute teacher, lecturing the students, uh, giving out homework, uh. Mrs. Glasser has been ill, there was some confusion with the real sub. Your son held a teacher-parent conference yesterday and was planning a class field trip to a French bread factory in Trenton.

Okay, now you're talking above my head. I don't know all of this industry jargon, YP, MP. All I know is that I can't get a record contract, we cannot get a record contract unless we take those tapes to the record company. And granted, the tapes themselves are a uh um oh, you own them, all right, but the magic that is on those tapes. That fucking heart and soul that we put onto those tapes, that is ours and you don't own that. Now I need to take that magic and get it over the record company. And they're waiting for us, we were supposed to be there a half hour ago. We look like assholes, man.

Reed Rothchild

Kristoff: You almost set me on fire!
Anna: But I didn't.

Elle: You're beaking up with me because I'm too... blonde?
Warner Huntington III: Well, no. That's not entirely true...
Elle: Then what? My boobs are too big?

Dr. Bartram: Was it worth it? Breaking a tradition just to win a football game?
David Green: Your tradition or mine, sir?

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