Know you? Are you kiddin'? I've been looking all over town trying to find you. I saw your car piled into that tree down there, and I thought maybe... Hey, your mouth's bleeding; are you sure you're all right? What did... My mouth's bleeding, Bert! My mouth's bleed... Zuzu's petals! Zuzu's... they're... they're here, Bert! What do you know about that? Merry Christmas! Mary! Mary! Hello, Bedford Falls! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan! Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter! Happy New Year to you – in jail! Go on home – they're waiting for you!
- Though your soul may set in darkness, it will rise in the most perfect light, for you have loved heaven too fondly to be fearful of that night.
- Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth . . . but trust me on the sunscreen.
- The most valuable commodity I know of is information. . . It's not a question of enough. It's a zero sum game, sport. Somebody wins and somebody loses. Money itself isn't lost or made, it's simply transferred from one perception to another. Like magic.
That painting cost $60,000 10 years ago. I could sell it today for $600,000. The illusion has become real. And the more real it becomes, the more desperately they want it. Capitalism at its finest. . . The richest one percent of this country owns half the country's wealth: 5 trillion dollars. One third of that comes from hard work, two thirds of it comes from inheritance, interest on interest accumulation to widows and idiot sons and what I do -- stock and real estate speculation. It's bullshit. Ninety percent of the American people have little or no net worth. I create nothing; I own. We make the rules, the news, war, peace, famine, upheaval; the cost of a paper clip. We pull the rabbit out of the hat while everybody else sits around their whole life wondering how we did it, you're not naive enough to think we're living in a democracy are you? It's the free market. You're one of us now...take advantage of it. You got the killer instinct. Don't count on Graham and Dodd to make you a fortune, everybody in the market knows the theory, ever wonder why fund managers can't beat the S&P 500? 'Cause they're sheep -- and the sheep get slaughtered. I been in the business since '69. Most of these high paid MBAs from Harvard never make it. You need a system, discipline, good people, no deal junkies, no toreadores, the deal flow burns most people out by 35. Give me PSHs -- poor, smart and hungry. And no feelings. You don't win 'em all, you don't love 'em all, you keep on fighting, and if you need a friend, get a dog, it's trench warfare out there sport and in here too. I got twenty other brokers out there, analyzing Charts. I don't need another one.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s say you have no idea and leave it at that, okay? No idea. Zip. None. If you had an idea of what we do, we would not be good at what we do, now would we? Hey ahole, he can’t help you! I know what you are, okay? I know what you are and I know what you are not. I’m the best friend you have on the face of this earth, and I’m gonna help you understand something, you punk.
- Fake! I tell you, the guy's a phony. As a $3 bill. Says who? Says me, Amy Archer! Why is he an ldea Man? Because Hudsucker says so? What are his ideas? Why can't anyone interview him? Look at the mug on this guy. The jutting eyebrows, the simian forehead, the idiotic grin. He has a face only a mother could love, on payday. The only story here is how this guy made a monkey out of you, Al ooh ooh . . . eww, I filed it yesterday! Nice tie, Earl . . . He's the bunk. . . I'll stake my Pulitzer on it!
- I got gas, Benny. Tell me about it. No kidding, Benny. I got gas. You get the special? Far from it. Enter the dame. There's one in every story. Ten bucks says she's looking for a handout. Twenty bucks says not here, she don't find one. She's looking for her mark. She finds him. She sits down and orders...a light lunch. How will she pay for this lunch? She looks through her purse. No money. The mark notices. He's not noticing, Benny. Maybe he's wise. He don't look wise. Plan two. Here come the waterworks. -Yellowstone. -Old Faithful. Hello, Niagara. He notices. She's distressed. He's concerned. She explains her predicament. And.... Enter the light lunch. She's got other problems, of course. There's illness in the family. Her mother needs an operation. Urgently. Adenoids. No, Benny. Luuumbaaggoooo. Aw that gag's got whiskers on it. He ain't biting, Benny -She's losing him, Lou. -Maybe he's wise. He don't look wise. -How does she pull this out? -He's getting away. She better think fast. She isn't. She is! She's good, Benny. She's damn good, Lou. Can I get you boys anything else? Bromo.
You mean like you loved Mom? Forget about me and Mom -- are you going to marry him? Probably. Don't get carried away. Uh oh -- Susan, you're a hell of a woman. You've got a great career, you're beautiful -- And I'm your daughter and no man will ever be good enough for me. Well, I wasn't going to say that -- What were you going to say? Listen, I'm crazy about the guy -- He's smart, he's aggressive, he could carry Parrish Communications into the 21st century and me along with it.
So what's wrong with that? That's for me. I'm talking about you. It's not so much what you say about Drew, it's what you don't say. You're not listening -- Oh yes, I am. Not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill, this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice. Don't get dirty, Dad -- Well, it worries me. I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish. That's all? Be deliriously happy. Or at least leave yourself open to be. 'Be deliriously happy'. I'm going to do my upmost -- I know it's a cornball thing but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love -- well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived. Bravo. Aw, you're tough. I'm sorry. But give it to me again. The short version. Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike.
Forgive the lecture -- I won't. And when I tell Drew about it, he won't either. You won't tell him, and even if you did, he'd clock it and punch it into his laptop in order to pull out some key phrases when he gives the Commencement Speech at Wharton. You're terrible. I know. But I'm the only father you've got.
Let me talk to this guy. Please! Let me talk to him a minute. You a Communist? How'd you like it? They tell you all the time what to do, what to think, what to feel. Do you want to be like a sheep? Like all those other people? You wanna work 14 fucking hours? You own nothing, you got nothing! Do you want a chivato on every corner watching everything you do? Everything you say, man? You know I eat octopus three times a day? I got fucking octopus coming out of my ears. I got fucking Russian shoes my feet's coming through. How'd you like that? You want me to stay there and do nothing? I'm no fucking criminal, man. I'm no puta or thief. I'm Tony Montana, a political prisoner from Cuba and I want my fucking human rights, now! Just like President Yimmy Carter says. Okay? You know something? You can send me anywhere. Here, there, this, that. It don't matter. There's nothing you can do to me that Castro has not already done."
- He knew we were close. You said it yourself. Where is the political pressure coming from? Why are you being protected? It's Keaton making sure you tell us what you're supposed to. Immunity is your reward. BUT WHY ME? WHY NOT HOCKNEY OR FENSTER OR McMANUS? I'm a cripple. I'm stupid. Why me? Because you're a cripple, Verbal. Because you're stupid. Because you were weaker than them. Because you couldn't see far enough into him to know the truth.
- George Orwell famously said in the 1930s that the more he hears people screaming freedom, freedom, freedom, the more he hears their chains rattling. I think that about sums it up. Today we have people who think that they are wild and free and crazy because they are engaging in risky, insane, round-the-clock sex, using drugs, defying everything decent in society. But that’s not freedom, is it? That’s not even anarchy. What it is, is simple conformity. That’s all it really is.
- The victorious Romans were confronted by women in black robes who stood at their wagons & slew the fleeing warriors, their husbands, brothers, fathers & then strangled their own children & cast them beneath the wheels of their own wagons before cutting their own throats . . . Armies on the verge of collapse have been rallied by their women pleading with their men, thrusting forward their bare breasts, and making them realize the imminent prospect of enslavement. Tacitus
- All truth passes throu 3 stages, it is 1st ridiculed, then violently opposed and finally accepted as being self evident. Arthur Schopenhauer
- "A free people, their rights as derived from the laws of nature, and not as the gift of their chief magistrate." -Thomas Jefferson.
- Treason doth never prosper. What's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it "treason." - John Harrington
- Miltiades-With you it rests! Either to bring us to slavery, or, by securing our freedom, to be remembered by all future generations.
- When I was a child my family would travel down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born and there's a backwards old town that's often remembered so many times that my memories are worn. And daddy won't you take me back 2 Muhlenberg County down by the Green River where Paradise lay, well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking, Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away. Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River 2 the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols but empty pop bottles was all we would kill. And daddy won't you take me back 2 Muhlenberg County down by the Green River where Paradise lay, well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking, Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away. Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel and they tortured the timber and stripped all the land well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken then they wrote it all down as the progress of man. And daddy won't you take me back 2 Muhlenberg County down by the Green River where Paradise lay, well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking, Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away. When I die let my ashes float down the Green River, let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin' just 5 miles away from wherever I am, And daddy won't you take me back 2 Muhlenberg County down by the Green River where Paradise lay, well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking, Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away.
- Some people say a man is made outta mud, a poor man's made outta muscle and blood, muscle and blood and skin and bones, a mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong you load 16 tons, what do you get, another day older and deeper in debt, St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store. I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine, I loaded 16 tons of #9 coal and the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul". You load 16 tons, what do you get, another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain fightin' and trouble are my middle name, I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion, cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line, you load 16 tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store. If you see me comin', better step aside a lotta men didn't, a lotta men died, 1 fist of iron, the other of steel, if the right one don't a-get you then the left one will. You load 16 tons, what do you get, another day older and deeper in debt, St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.
- There's a red moon rising, On the Cuyahoga River, Rolling into Cleveland to the lake, There's a red moon rising, On the Cuyahoga River, Rolling into Cleveland to the lake, There's an oil barge winding, Down the Cuyahoga River, Rolling into Cleveland to the lake, There's an oil barge winding, Down the Cuyahoga River, Rolling into Cleveland to the lake. Cleveland, city of light, city of magic, Cleveland, city of light, you're calling me, Cleveland, even now I can remember, 'Cause the Cuyahoga River goes smokin' through my dreams Burn on, big river, burn on, Burn on, big river, burn on, Now the Lord can make you tumble, Lord can make you turn, The Lord can make you overflow, But the Lord can't make you burn, Burn on, big river, burn on, Burn on, big river, burn on.
- well that's the history of the world, Lieutenant, some people die before their time so that others can live. It's the cornerstone of civilization: war, religion, democracy. A hundred die so that a thousand may live. Well General I take them one at a time.
- Big John Big John Every mornning at the mine, you could see him arrive. He stood 6 foot 6, weighed 245. Kind of broad at the shoulders, narrow at the hip. And everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big John. Big John Big John Big Bad John Big John Nobody seemed to know where John called home He just drifted into town and stayed all alone. He didn't say much, kind of quiet and shy And if you spoke at all, you'd just said hi to Big John. Somebody said he came from New Orleans, Where he got into a fight over a Cajun Queen. And a crash and a blow from a huge right hand, sent a Lousiana fella to the promise land. Big John Big John Big bad John Big John Then came the day at the bottom of the mine, when a timber cracked and men started crying. Miners were praying, and hearts beat fast and everybody thought they had breathed thier last cept' John. Through the dust and the smoke of this man made hell, walked a giant of a man that the minors knew well. Grabbed a sagging timber and gave out with a groan, and like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone, Big John, Big John Big John Big Bad John Big John And with all of his strength, he gave a mighty shove. Then a minor yelled out, 'theres a light up above!'. And 20 men scrambled from a 'would be' grave now theres only one left down there to save, Big John. With jacks and timbers, they started back down, then came that rumble way down in the ground. And as smoke and gas smelched out of that mine, everybody knew it was the end of the line, for Big John. Big John, Big John, Big Bad John, Big John, Now they never re-opend that wortheless pit, they just placed a marble stand in front of it. These few words are written on that stand, 'At the bottom of this mine, lies one Hell of a man, Big John' Big John Big John Big Bad John, Big John.