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Pic of the Day: “As long as there’s no find, the noble brotherhood will last but when the piles of gold begin to grow… that’s when the trouble starts.”
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Pic of the Day: “I know it’s terrible trying to have any faith when people are doing such horrible… But you know what I sometimes think? I think the world may be going through a phase, the way I was with mother. It’ll pass. Maybe not hundreds of years, but someday. – I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart.”
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Pic of the Day: “Do you know what the secret of life is? This.” “Your finger?” “One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don’t mean shit.” “But, what is the ‘one thing?'” “That’s what you have to find out.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mister, I’ve been converted five times. Billy Sunday, Reverend Biederwolf, Gypsy Smith, and twice by Sister Falconer. I get terrible drunk, and then I get good and saved. Both of them done me a powerful lot of good – gettin’ drunk and gettin’ saved.”
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Pic of the Day: “Memory… Strange that the mind will forget so much of what only this moment has passed, and yet hold clear and bright the memory of what happened years ago; of men and women long since dead.”
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Pic of the Day: “The old man stood there, quivering with fury, stammering as he tried to come up with a real crusher. All he got out was…” “Naddafinga!”
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Pic of the Day: “Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.” “That’s right, that’s right.” “Attaboy, Clarence.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mr. Scrooge?” “I’m busy.” “Well, it’s about Mr. Marley, sir! He’s dying!” “Well, what do you want me to do about it? If he’s dying, he’s dying.”
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Pic of the Day: “He brought everything back, all the food for the feast. And he, he himself, the Grinch – carved the roast beast.”
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Pic of the Day: “What shall we call him? Should we call him Harold?” “Uh, Bruce?” “No.” “Christopher Columbus?” “Oh, no.” “Oatmeal?” “Oatmeal?”
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Pic of the Day: “Once again, I must ask you to remember that the Marleys were dead, and decaying in their graves.” “Yuck!” “That one thing you must remember, or nothing that follows will seem wondrous.” “Why are you whispering?” “It’s for dramatic emphasis.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “I never want to see a day / That’s over forty degrees / I’d rather have it thirty, Twenty, ten, five and let it freeeeEEEEEEeeze!” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “The thing about trains… it doesn’t matter where they’re going. What matters is deciding to get on.”
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Pic of the Day: “François! Have you seen Mr. Hanover?” “Twice, sir. The first time he came from his dressing room he had a telegram in his hand. He ordered scotch and soda. A bottle of each.” “I know! I know!” “The second time he came from his dressing room he asked which way is Connecticut.” “Connecticut?” “Connecticut. He said he had a friend there who knows about women too.” “Why didn’t you stop him?” “How can I stop him sir when I don’t know which way is Connecticut!”
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Pic of the Day: “I guess you were right, Linus. I shouldn’t have picked this little tree. Everything I do turns into a disaster. I guess I really don’t know what Christmas is all about.”
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Pic of the Day: “What’s the matter, Scrooge? I thought you enjoyed looking down on the world.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Silver and gold, silver and gold / Mean so much more when I see / Silver and gold decorations / On ev’ry Christmas tree.” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “What do you mean, get him outta here?” “Take him to the car.” “In case you didn’t notice I’m a motherfucking dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand, hmm?” “That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment ’cause you’re handicapped. You’re all the same.” “Special treatment? I’m 3-foot-fucking-tall you asshole! It’s a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?” “Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!” “Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci.” “What’d you call me, thigh-high?” “I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th-fucking-century, you dickhead!” “I could stick you up my ass, small fry.” “Yeah? You sure it ain’t too sore from last night?” “You got some lip on you, midget.” “Yeah? Well these lips were on your wife’s pussy last night. Why don’t you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!”
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Pic of the Day: “You guys are nothing but a bunch of sleazy conmen in red suits.” “What did you call us?” “You heard me right. Conmen. Thieves. Degenerates. Low-lifes. Thugs. Criminals!” “At the North Pole, them are fightin’ words, partner.”
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Pic of the Day: “Looks like the end of the line!” “Until tomorrow. When it happens all over again.”
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Pic of the Day: “Who’s that guy?” “What guy?” “The guy on the cross.” “Jesus!” “Oh, Jesus.” “Stop it.” “Oh, Jesus Christ.” “Is that what they think we did to him?” “Yeah.” “Can you tell I’m Jewish?” “Yes.” “How?” “Your fucking sweater.”
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