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Pic of the Day: “Your honor, I object!” “And why is that, Mr. Reede?” “It’s devastating to my case!” “Overruled.” “Good call!” (25th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “I’ve been risking my life for a lot of stupid reasons. This is the first one that makes sense to me.” (20th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.” (75th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “The warden threw a party in the county jail / The prison band was there, and they began to wail / The band was jumpin’, and the joint began to swing / You should’ve heard them knocked out jailbirds sing / Let’s rock / Everybody, let’s rock / Everybody in the whole cell block / Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock” ♫ (65th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “It’s always difficult to keep personal prejudice out of a thing like this. And wherever you run into it, prejudice always obscures the truth. I don’t really know what the truth is. I don’t suppose anybody will ever really know. Nine of us now seem to feel that the defendant is innocent, but we’re just gambling on probabilities – we may be wrong. We may be trying to let a guilty man go free, I don’t know. Nobody really can. But we have a reasonable doubt, and that’s something that’s very valuable in our system. No jury can declare a man guilty unless it’s sure.” (65th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “You’ve managed to build a multi-million dollar business using not much more than your wits.” “I’m about to be charged in a federal court.” “Well, nobody’s perfect.” (5th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “All the arguing in the world can’t change the decision of the umpire.” (80th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “My task is completed now. My decision will cause the deaths of many and Your Majesty will live on. A dead man begs you to remember; a warrior’s ultimate act is to lay down his sword.” (20th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto, ‘Anyone can cook’. But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s, who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more.” (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Have you guys ever seen a flock of ducks flying in perfect formation? It’s beautiful. Pretty awesome the way they all stick together. Ducks never say die. Ever seen a duck fight? No way. Why? Because the other animals are afraid. They know that if they mess with one duck, they gotta deal with the whole flock. I’m proud to be a Duck, and I’d be proud to fly with any one of you.” (30th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Touching isn’t it? The way he counts on his wife.” “Yes, like a drowning man clutching at a razor blade.” (65th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “I have a memory of an important man. I don’t know who he was. He had the haircut of a man who had seriously misinterpreted himself. There was an error in a time-traveling unit, and he was accidentally transported with no preset destination in time or space. Technical support informed us that he was literally sent nowhere. He was sent into the unknowable. I think about this man often; if he is still alive, and what dimension he may be in. I wonder sometimes if he erased his destination date on purpose. I have memories of dying two times, and these memories traveling across three Emilys. Dying is one of my least favorite things to do. I remember vast amounts of snow. I am not afraid. I don’t want to be copied anymore. Youth is not an accomplishment. Oh, I believe I know where we are. This is my brain’s logic center. We have to be careful. We must find a way out as soon as possible. If we should think of something illogical here, it could be a major shock to my system.” “Baby dinosaur.” (5th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “So help me, me.” “So help you, you?” “If it pleases the court, and even if it doesn’t please the court, I’m God, Your Honor.” (45th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Don’t worry, I’m not making the same mistakes again.” “No, you’re making all new ones.” (25th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “I met a girl; she’s a cashier.” “No way! That’s awesome! We should fuckin’ double date or something, you, me and Lori and w-what’s her name?” “White trash name. Guess.” “Mandy.” “Nope.” “Marilyn.” “Nope.” “Brittany?” “Nope.” “Tiffany.” “Nope.” “Candace.” “Nope.” “Don’t fuck with me on this! I know this shit!” “Do you see me fuckin’ with you? I’m completely serious.” “Alright, speed round. I’m gonna rattle off some names, and when I hit it, you fuckin’ buzz it, okay? You got me?” “You do it. I will tell you. Yeah.” “Alright: Brandy, Heather, Channing, Brianna, Amber, Serena, Melody, Dakota, Sierra, Bambi, Crystal, Samantha, Autumn, Ruby, Taylor, Tara, Tammy, Lauren, Charlene, Chantelle, Courtney, Misty, Jenny, Krista, Mindy, Noel, Shelby, Trina, Reba, Cassandra, Nikki, Kelsey, Shawna, Jolene, Urleen, Claudia, Savannah, Casey, Dolly, Kendra, Kylie, Chloe, Devon, Emmalou, fuckin’ Becky?” “No.” “Wait; was it any of those names with a ‘Lynn’ after it?” “Yes.” “Oh, I got you, motherfucker! I got you! “Okay. Brandi-Lynn, Heather-Lynn…” “Tami-Lynn.” “Fuck!” (10th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “You’re a good driver. You’re a bad liar, though. In this business, the moment you catch feelings… is the moment you catch a bullet.” (5th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “We bring you the circus, pied piper whose magic tunes greet children of all ages, from six to 60, into a tinsel and spun-candy world of reckless beauty and mounting laughter and whirling thrills; of rhythm, excitement and grace; of blaring and daring and dance; of high-stepping horses and high-flying stars. But behind all this, the circus is a massive machine whose very life depends on discipline and motion and speed. A mechanized army on wheels, that rolls over any obstacle in its path, that meets calamity again and again, but always comes up smiling. A place where disaster and tragedy stalk the big top, haunt the backyard, and ride the circus train. Where death is constantly watching for one frayed rope, one weak link, or one trace of fear. A fierce, primitive fighting force that smashes relentlessly forward against impossible odds. That is the circus. And this is the story of the biggest of the big tops, and of the men and women who fight to make it ‘The Greatest Show on Earth’.” (70th Anniversary)
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