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Pic of the Day: “Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.” (50th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. That’s really what this book is going to be about. And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home.” (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “So who did the two guys from Providence?” “Jimmy Pappas.” “What happened to Jimmy Pappas?” “Jimmy had a rough month. Jimmy had a heart attack in jail, and then he got himself knifed at Boston City Hospital. I believe it’s been in the papers.” “You seem quite happy with that result.” “It’s a fucking result.” “Yeah, but cui bono? Who benefits?” “Cui gives a shit? It’s got a frigging bow on it.” “I think you are a cop, my son.” (20th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Don’t worry. I’m not going to lose often.” “Oh, yes, you will. That’s what I’m gonna teach you. Sometimes if you lose, you win.” (40th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “You’re not a loser, Eddie, you’re a winner. Some men never get to feel that way about anything.” (65th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Do you think you’ll ever get me out of your blood?” “Maybe not, but love has got to stop someplace short of suicide.” (90th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Your Honor, I assure you, he’s having no nervous breakdown. Why, once on our honeymoon he put on a pair of overalls and dug a hole in the middle of Fifth Avenue.” “Did he say why?” “He said he’d always been wanting to dig a hole in the middle of Fifth Avenue.” Then you’re saying, Mrs. Ireland, that your husband is periodically subject to these attacks?” “But they weren’t attacks! They were just fun!” “You mean you were quite happy with your husband behaving this way?” “Well, why shouldn’t I be happy with my husband behaving that way?” “Then why do you wish a divorce?” “Because I wasn’t happy! I mean, because I wasn’t happy. It had nothing to do with Steve’s attacks.” “Then they were attacks?” “No. They were just sort of private jokes. Like on our last wedding anniversary when he wanted to have dinner backwards.” “Dinner back…” “Pardon me, Your Honor. Well, what’s wrong with that? Didn’t you ever eat dinner backwards?” “I lived a whole week backwards once.” “Shh! Why did he want to have his dinner backwards?” “For a perfectly normal reason. He didn’t want to walk four miles and row on the river before dinner.” “And was he afraid someone might make him do that?” “Oh, you don’t understand. That’s the wedding ceremony of the Baffinland Eskimos. Steve used to always say if we ever moved to Baffinland, we’d be properly married. It’s a joke, don’t you see? He said a man can’t be too careful.” (85th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Oh, honey…” “I’ll be with you in two shakes of a cocktail.” “Cocktail? Cocktail? I think I’ll try one of those things.” (85th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Have you ever been thrown out of a place, Mr. Charles?” “Let’s see. How many was it up to yesterday, Mrs. Charles?” “Well, uh, how many places were you in, Mr. Charles?” (90th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “She’s really quite beautiful, Flo, oui?” “Yes, she is, isn’t she?” “You’re very much interested in her, oui?” “I’m interested in all my girls, dear.” (90th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “I love your town in the morning, Marshal. The air is so clean and clear… the scent of the desert flower.” “That’s me… barber.” (80th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Hobson?” “Yes.” “Do you know what I’m going to do?” “No, I don’t.” “I’m going to take a bath.” “I’ll alert the media.” (45th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Haven’t you tried to buy my loyalty with money and nothing else?” “What else is there I can buy you with?” (85th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “The sun is nearly gone / The lights are turning on / A silver shine that stretches to the sea / We’ve stumbled on a view / That’s tailor-made for two / What a shame those two are you and me / Some other girl and guy / Would love this swirling sky / But there’s only you and I / And we’ve got no shot / This could never be / You’re not the type for me (Really?) / And there’s not a spark in sight / What a waste of a lovely night.” ♫ (10th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Look, kid, I’m trying to help you out. I don’t think you realise this, but you’re about to walk into a whole mess of danger.” (15th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “All right, let’s try this, your line, just say it as I say it, say your line exactly as I’m about to. Just as I’m about to do.” “Sure, okay.” “Would that it’were so simple.” “Would that ih twuuuuuuh so simple.” “Would that it’were so simple.” “Would that ih twuuuuuuh so simple.” “My dear boy, why do you say that? Why do you say, ‘twuuuuuh’?” “Well, you said, say it like I say it.” “Yes, but…” “Would that it twuuuuuuh, so simple.” “Would that it’were so simple.” “Would that it twuuuuuuh, so simple.” “Would that it…” “Would that it twuuuuuuh, so simple.” “No, no. Watch my mouth. Would that it’were so simple.” “Would that it twuuuuuuh, so simple.” “Keep your head still. Would that it’were so simple.” “Would that it twuuuuuuh, so simple.” “Would that it’were so simple. Would…” “I’m trying to say that, Mr. Laurentz.” “Laurence.” “Mm. I thought… a minute ago it was Laurentz.” “No. We can use Christian names, my good dear boy, Laurence is fine. Just as I call you Hobie?” “Okay.” “So. Would that it’were so simple.” “Would that it twuu…” “Put your hand down. Would that it’were so simple. Trippingly.” “Would that it twuuuuuuh, so simple. Trippingly.” “Don’t say trippingly. Say the line trippingly.” “Would that it twuuuuuuh…” (10th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Look Bart, barring a preference we’re going to put you on a wrestling picture, Wallace Beery. I say this because they tell me you know the poetry of the streets, so that would rule out westerns, pirate pictures, screwball, Bible, Roman… look, I’m not one of those guys who thinks poetic has got to be fruity. We’re together on that aren’t we? I mean I’m from New York myself, well, Minsk if you want to go all the way back. Which we won’t, if you don’t mind and I ain’t asking. Now people are going to say to you, Wallace Beery, wrestling, it’s a B picture. You tell them: BULLSHIT! We do NOT make B pictures here at Capitol. Let’s put a stop to that rumor RIGHT now!” (35th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day. “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle. Life is but a walking shadow… a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot… full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” (5th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “I was a ghost. I didn’t see anyone. No one saw me. I was the barber.” (25th Anniversary)
