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Pic of the Day: “Bad table manners, my dear Gigi, have broken up more households than infidelity.”
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Pic of the Day: “You know General, sometimes the men don’t know when you’re acting.” “It’s not important for them to know. It’s only important for me to know.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mr. Ratchett, I have made enough money to satisfy both my needs and my caprices. I take only such cases now as interest me, and to be frank, my interest in your case is, uh… dwindling.”
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Pic of the Day: “The big difference between people is not between the rich and the poor, the good and the evil. The biggest of all differences between people is between those who have had pleasure in love and those who haven’t.”
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Pic of the Day: “I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I tried to fall in love with Susan.” “What are we gonna do?” “I don’t know. It’s been hell, these last weeks. I want you all the time. Not just stolen meetings.”
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Pic of the Day: “What’s your intention? Do you think one on four is a dogfall?” “I mean to kill you in one minute, Ned. Or see you hanged in Fort Smith at Judge Parker’s convenience. Which’ll it be?” “I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man.” “Fill your hands, you son of a bitch!”
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Pic of the Day: “Just remember, one of these days, that bourbon’s gonna kill you.” “Okay, it’ll be me or it. One of us has gotta go.”
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Pic of the Day: “Always remember this Anna, there are no walls, no bolts, no locks that anyone can put on your mind.”
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Pic of the Day: “If there is a war on drugs, then many of our family members are the enemy. And I don’t know how you wage war on your own family.”
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Pic of the Day: “You don’t understand how I feel! I’m standing there with my pants down and my crotch hung out for the world to see and three guys are sticking it to me, a bunch of other guys are yelling and clapping and you’re standing there telling me that that’s the best you can do. Well, if that’s the best you could do, then your best sucks! Now, I don’t know what you got for selling me out, but I sure as shit hope it was worth it!”
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Pic of the Day: “We’ve got to form a vigilante committee and hang him from the highest tree. And I’m going to start it. They say he’ll shoot as quick as he’ll look at you. But if I ever meet him face to face, I’ll kill him like I would a dog.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Don’t bring a frown to old Broadway / You’ve got to clown on Broadway / Your troubles there are out of style / For Broadway always wears a smile.” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “Two martinis please, very dry.” “How’d you know what I drank?” “Oh, you want one too? Three.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mayo, I want you D.O.R.” “No sir. You can kick me outta here, but I ain’t quitting.” “Get into your fatigues, Mayo. By the end of this weekend, you’ll quit.”
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Pic of the Day: “Don’t feel bad about losing your virtue. I sort of knew you would. Everybody always does.”
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Pic of the Day: “It seems it always happens. Whenever we get too high-hat and too sophisticated for flag-waving, some thug nation decides we’re a push-over all ready to be blackjacked. And it isn’t long before we’re looking up, mighty anxiously, to be sure the flag’s still waving over us.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.” “So what do we do?” “Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.” “How?” “I don’t know. It’s a mystery.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “I’m reviewing the situation / Can a fellow be a villain all his life? / All the trials and tribulations. / Better settle down and get myself a wife! / And a wife would cook and sew for me / And come for me, and go for me / And go for me, and nag at me / The fingers, she would wag at me. / The money she would take from me. / A misery, she’ll make from me… I think I’d better think it out again!” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “Alright, listen up, people. Our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is 4 miles-per-hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive’s name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.”
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Pic of the Day: “I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been with a woman before. We’ve been together four weeks, and I can’t live without you. I can’t. Even the thought of it kills me.”
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