Al: A couple of guys, I owe them. So, that's what I did. I gave 'em the money. That's what I did.
Nicky Santoro: Yeah?
Nicky Santoro: You call yourself a man? You know you're a lyin', low-life, motherfuckin' gambling degenerate prick? You know that's what you are? Two small kids at home. I gave you money to pay the fuckin' rent and buy groceries, put the heat on. You know your wife called Frankie and told him the fuckin' heat's off? Huh? And you didn't gamble that fuckin' money? You're gonna stand here and tell me that?
Sin City's where you go in with your eyes open, or you don't come out at all.Johnny
Maybe love shouldn't be such hard work.Dorothy
Dan: At six, we stand round the computer and read the next day's page, make final changes, put in a few euphemisms to amuse ourselves...
Alice: Such as?
Dan: "He was a convivial fellow" ... meaning he was an alcoholic. "He valued his privacy" ... gay. "He enjoyed his privacy" ... raging queen.
Alice: What would my euphemism be?
Dan: She was... disarming.
Alice: That's not a euphemism.
Dan: Yes, it is.
Merrill: Morgan, this crop stuff is just about a bunch of nerds who never had a girlfriend their whole lives. They're like 30 now. They make up secret codes and analyze Greek mythology and make secret societies where other guys who never had girlfriends can join in. They do stupid crap like this to feel special. It's a scam. Nerds were doin' it 25 years ago and new nerds are doing it again.
Graham Hess: Its just static, Morgan. Frequency.
Morgan: It's a code.
Bo: Why can't they get girlfriends?
He's doing some sort of Fosse yoga thing.Sharpay Evans
We will pass through the American patrols, past their sonar nets, and lay off their largest city, and listen to their rock and roll... while we conduct missile drills.Captain Ramius
I'm not sorry.Ward Abbott
Some labels are best left in the closetCarrie Bradshaw
Heywood leads the league in most offensive categories, including nose hair. When this guy sneezes, he looks like a party favor.Harry Doyle
The phone! The phone! Where's the fucking phone?Beth
Curtis: Well, the Sister was right. You boys could use a little churching up. Slide on down to the Triple Rock, and catch Rev. Cleophus. You boys listen to what he's got to say.
Jake: Curtis, I don't want to listen to no jive-ass preacher talking to me about Heaven and Hell.
Curtis: Jake, you get wise. You get to church.