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Pic of the Day: “So it was you. I was going to expose you.” “I know. So I choose to expose myself.” “Please, there are ladies present!”
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Pic of the Day: “Now, when we fought, you had that eye of the tiger, man; the edge! And now you gotta get it back, and the way to get it back is to go back to the beginning. You know what I mean?”
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Pic of the Day: “This is the west, Jim, a man is still expected to defend himself. If he allows people to think he won’t, he’s in trouble. Bad trouble.”
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Pic of the Day: “Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. Change my queenly raiment to a peddler’s cloak. Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To age my voice, an old hag’s cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fright. A blast of wind to fan my hate. A thunderbolt to mix it well. Now, begin thy magic spell.”
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Pic of the Day: “Our blessed radio. It gives us eyes and ears out into the world. We listen to the German station only for good music. And we listen to the BBC for hope.”
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Pic of the Day: “Hey, Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” “If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.”
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Pic of the Day: “You see, I thought you ought to know something about my life. I didn’t want you to think I was… Well, I didn’t want you to think I was just some nobody.”
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Pic of the Day: “What do you do? You’re not an engineer. You’re not a designer. You can’t put a hammer to a nail. I built the circuit board! The graphical interface was stolen! So how come ten times in a day I read Steve Jobs is a genius? What do you do?” “Musicians play their instruments. I play the orchestra.”
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Pic of the Day: “I often wish I were deaf and wore a hearing aid. With a simple flick of a switch, I could shut out the greedy murmur of little men.”
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Pic of the Day: “You like money. You’ve got a great big dollar sign there where most women have a heart.”
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Pic of the Day: “Ah, little lad, you’re staring at my fingers. Would you like me to tell you the little story of right-hand/left-hand? The story of good and evil? H-A-T-E! It was with this left hand that old brother Cain struck the blow that laid his brother low. L-O-V-E! You see these fingers, dear hearts? These fingers has veins that run straight to the soul of man. The right hand, friends, the hand of love. Now watch, and I’ll show you the story of life. Those fingers, dear hearts, is always a-warring and a-tugging, one agin t’other. Now watch ’em! Old brother left hand, left hand he’s a fighting, and it looks like love’s a goner. But wait a minute! Hot dog, love’s a winning! Yessirree! It’s love that’s won, and old left hand hate is down for the count!”
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Pic of the Day: “Get me to that bus stop and forget you ever saw me. If we don’t make it to the bus stop…” “We will.” “If we don’t, remember me.”
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Pic of the Day: “What’s the matter with you? Playing footsie with the Commies!” “You waving the flag, too?” “Listen, I knew you since you was a little kid. You was always a regular kind of crook. I never figured you for a louse.” “Stop, you’re breaking my heart.” “Even in our crummy line of business you gotta draw the line somewhere.”
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Pic of the Day: “So far they haven’t spotted you, and they don’t know what you look like. But they’ve seen me. If they start shooting in my direction, I don’t want you hit.” “You’re sure it isn’t the other way around?”
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Pic of the Day: “You know, my mother always told me if you looked deep enough in anybody, you’d always find some good. But I don’t know.” “With apologies to your mother, that’s the second mistake she made.”
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Pic of the Day: “I want to report a murder.” “Sit down. Where was this murder committed?” “San Francisco, last night.” “Who was murdered?” “I was.”
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