Favourite quote from a movie

As if I have only one. Here’s a pile of them.

  • “Rosebud!”
  • “People will think… what I tell them to think.”
  • “She’s my sister! [slap] She’s my daughter! [slap] She’s my sister and my daughter!”
  • “It’s just a three-cent.”
  • “He’s fleein’ the interview!”
  • “Edwina’s insides were a rocky place where my seed could find no purchase.”
  • “Go back and get me a toddler!”
  • “I guess you think you’ve really raised hell.” “Sister, when I’ve raised hell, you’ll know it.”
  • “I’m praying to you!”
  • “I love you three thousand.”
  • “You put your disease in me.”
  • “Through the darkness of futures past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds… fire, walk with me.”
  • “Ya know, I sure do like a girl with nice tits like yours who talks tough and looks like she can fuck like a bunny. Do you fuck like that? Cause if ya do, I’ll fuck ya good. Like a big ol’ jackrabbit bunny, jump all around that hole. Bobby Peru don’t come up for air.”
  • “That’s pride, fuckin’ with you.”
  • “Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.”
  • “Paulie may have moved slow, but it was only because Paulie didn’t have to move for anybody.”
  • “I know there are women, like my best friends, who would have gotten out of there the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. But I didn’t. I got to admit the truth. It turned me on.”
  • “It’s a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take away everything he’s got and everything he’s ever gonna have.”
  • “Deserve’s got nothing to do with it.”
  • “If little faults, proceeding on distemper, cannot be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye when capital crimes, chewed, swallowed, and digested, appear before us?”
  • “Unless the Dolphin be in presence here, to whom expressly I bring greeting too.” “The Dauphin. I stand here for him. What to him from England?” “Scorn and defiance. Slight regard. Contempt. And anything that might not misbecome the mighty sender, doth he prize you at.”
  • “Sometimes there’s a man.”
  • “It really tied the room together.”
  • “There are times when I look at people and I see nothing worth liking.”
  • “That’ll do, pig.”
  • “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.”
  • “Stop. Don’t. Come back.”
  • “Personally speaking, I can’t wait to watch life tear you apart.”
  • “We are Sex Bob-Omb and we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff!”
  • “Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. ’Cause we’re adding a little something to this month’s sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anyone want to see second prize? Second prize’s a set of steak knives. Third prize is you’re fired.”
  • “Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a Kaiser blade.”
  • “There’s a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.”

Actual television commercial from 1980

A group of young teen girls are having a slumber party. They’re each holding what appear to be reasonably-sized sandwiches, and are poised to take their first bites.

But Mom strides into the room brandishing a copy of People Magazine. She orders the girls to wait before they eat, then opens the magazine and exhorts them to first read an article “about what it means for a woman to grow up fat in America”. The not-even-vaguely-fat girls all reluctantly lower their sandwiches to their laps. To comfort them, Mom continues, “And when you’re done, you can read this cover story about The Who!”

“The Who!” and “Roger Daltrey!” the girls scream, as they explode in squeals and giggles.

I don’t know if any decade hated girls more than the ‘80s.


ADDENDUM: Scrub to the 33 minute mark.

https://youtu.be/4qEPBlhUZIA?t=1983

Charlie Watts (1941-2021)

I kinda got into The Stones back around the time they released Steel Wheels, but to be honest, I was always more of a Beatles kid. (Or to be even more honest, I was an Eagles kid.) I appreciated both, but their heydays were a little before my time, so I never developed incredibly strong opinions about their discographies or their musicianship.

But all things considered, why’d Charlie have to go while we’re still stuck with asshole septuagenarians like Clapton and Ted Nugent?

Someone please seal Mick, Keith, Paul, and Ringo in a comfy panic room for the next few years.