Pic of the Day

Pic of the Day: “I know that Moscow has planted a mole, and I know it is one of five men. Allenine: Tinker. Haydon: Tailor. Bland: Soldier. We leave out ‘Sailor,’ too much like ‘Tailor.’ Esterhase: Poorman.” “And the fifth?” “Smiley.”


Pic of the Day: “You really think you can fly that thing?” “You really think you can do all that bullshit you just said?”


Pic of the Day: “You don’t remember your name?” “No, but for some reason I remember yours.”


Pic of the Day: ♫ “Someday my prince will come / Someday I ‘ll find my love / And how thrilling that moment will be / When the prince of my dreams comes to me. / He’ll whisper I love you / And steal a kiss or two / Though he’s far away I’ll find my love someday / Someday when my dreams come true.” ♫


Pic of the Day: “Release the Kraken.”


The Box Office Report – May 18-20

Last week, in Box Office…

The Avengers wins again. $103.1 million. Yawn.

Dark Shadows opens to $29.7 million. Somehow this cost $150 million. Considering the quality, they’re lucky they made that much.

Think Like a Man made $5.8 million. Third. Good for them. They’re the only one I feel good for.

This week… BattleshipThe Dictator and What to Expect When You’re Expecting. This might be the worst movie year I’ve seen since 2006.

Battleship will probably make $40 million, or so they say. The Dictator is looking at $18 million. And What to Expect … I don’t fucking care. Call it $15 million.

Holdovers….Avengers is probably looking at another $60 million. Dark Shadows will probably take in another $13-14 million. And that’s it. Nothing else will hit $5 million.

Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate the summer? This is the worst time of the movie year.


Pic of the Day: “What is it?” “It’s the Congreve Cube.” “It looks like a big block of wood.” “It is a big block of wood. But now, it’s YOUR big block of wood.” “Thank you. I was just saying last night I don’t have enough big blocks of wood.” “Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.”


Pic of the Day: “Would you mind opening the window?” “Now don’t go getting any ideas, Miss Kubelik.” “I just want some fresh air.” “It’s only one story down. The best you can do is break a leg.” “So they’ll shoot me – like a horse.” “Please, Miss Kubelik, you got to promise me you won’t do anything foolish.” “Who’d care?” “I would.” “Why can’t I ever fall in love with someone nice like you?”


Pic of the Day: “Am I still in this world?” “Yes, Grandfather.” “I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works, sometimes, it doesn’t.”


Pic of the Day: “Listen. I can’t make you a great dancer. I don’t even know if I can make you a good dancer. But, if you keep trying and don’t quit, I know I can make you a better dancer. I’d like very much to do that. Stay?” “Are you going to keep yelling at me?” “Probably.”


Pic of the Day: “They call me Cha Cha because I’m the best dancer at St. Bernadette’s.” “With the worst reputation.”


Pic of the Day: “Do you think I’m cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I’m funny?” “Sir, no, sir!” “Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.” “Sir, yes, sir.” “Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!” “Sir, I’m trying, sir.” “Private Pyle I’m gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you!”


Pic of the Day: “If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterwards. I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down. I don’t carry a gun. I drive.”


Pic of the Day: “Mongo only pawn… in game of life.”


Pic of the Day: “Listen to me. Listen to me!” “Listen to you? By what right?” “By divine right if you must, I am your king.” “No you’re not, you told me so yourself. You didn’t want it. Why should I waste my time listening?” “Because I have a right to be heard. I have a voice!” “Yes you do.”


Pic of the Day: “What we’ve got here is… failure to communicate. Some men you just can’t reach. So you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it… well, he gets it. I don’t like it any more than you men.”


Pic of the Day: ♫ “With my high starched collar and my high top shoes / And my hair piled high upon my head / I went to lose a jolly / Hour on the trolley / And lost my heart instead. / With his light brown derby and his bright green tie / He was quite the handsomest of men. / I started to yen / So I counted to ten / Then I counted to ten again. / Clang, clang, clang went the trolley / Ding, ding, ding went the bell. / Zing, zing, zing went my heart strings / From the moment I saw him I fell.” ♫


Pic of the Day: “Contract or no, I will not bow to any sponsor.” “I’m sorry you feel that way, but basically it’s the nature of the beast.” “Maybe I’m wrong on this one, but for me, the beast doesn’t include selling out. Garth, you know what I’m talking about, right?” “It’s like people only do these things because they can get paid. And that’s just really sad.” “I can’t talk about it anymore; it’s giving me a headache.” “Here, take two of these!” “Ah, Nuprin. Little. Yellow. Different.”


Pic of the Day: “Evelyn, could you come here for a second? Which team do you play for?” “Well, I’m a Peach.” “Well I was just wonderin’ why you would throw home when we got a two-run lead! You let the tying run get on second base and we lost the lead because of you! Start using your head! That’s the lump that’s three feet above your ass! … Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying! THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!”


Pic of the Day: “In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub.”


Pic of the Day: “Steven, are you rescuing me? … Fold.”


Pic of the Day: “I just feel like I need some kind of indication of what’s expected.” “Wallace Beery. Wrestling picture. What do you need, a road map? Look, you’re confused. You need guidance? Talk to another writer.” “Who?” “Oh, Jesus. You throw a rock in here, you’ll hit one. And do me a favor, Fink… throw it hard.”


Pic of the Day: “All’s well that ends well, but we still haven’t seen the last of the Vampires.”


Pic of the Day: “You’re saying this only to make me go.” “ I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.” “But what about us?” “We’ll always have Paris.”


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