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Pic of the Day: “Snow belongs in its proper places: mountain tops, poetry, and songs by Bing Crosby!”
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Pic of the Day: “Jack, please, I’m only an elected official here, I can’t make decisions by myself!”
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Pic of the Day: “I wear the chain I forged in life! I made it link by link and yard by yard! I gartered it on of my own free will and by my own free will, I wore it!”
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Pic of the Day: “It’s Christmas Eve! It’s… it’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we… we… we smile a little easier, we… w-w-we… we… we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be!”
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Pic of the Day: “Ah, I remember how much I was in love with her.” “In ten years time, you learned to love something else.”
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Pic of the Day: “If the Burgermeister saw you, we would all be in real danger!” “In danger from toys?”
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Pic of the Day: “I’m singing / I’m in a store / And I’m siiiiiingiiiiing! / I’m in a store / And I’m siiiiiingiiiiing!” “HEY! There’s no singin’ in the North Pole!” “Yes there is!” “No there’s not!” “We sing all the time!” “No you don’t!” “Especially when we build toys!”
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Pic of the Day: “I gotta tell you, Santa, there’s something about this place that doesn’t seem quite… Kosher.” “Kosher? This coming from a guy who assaulted a toddler for a super ball?”
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Pic of the Day: “My dear partner, when what’s left of you gets around to what’s left to be gotten, what’s left to be gotten won’t be worth getting, whatever it is you’ve got left.” “When I figure out what that means I’ll come up with a crushing reply.”
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Pic of the Day: “All right. What are you up to?” “Up to? Do I look like I’m up to something?” “No, you don’t look like you’re up to something, but whenever you look like you’re not up to ANYTHING, you’re up to something.”
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Pic of the Day: “The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there. On such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn’t allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me. I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?”
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Pic of the Day: “If we take them with us to Mars, Santa’s disappearance will remain a mystery. No one on Earth will ever know that Santa Claus was kidnapped by Martians.”
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Pic of the Day: “I don’t like crooks. And if I did like ’em, I wouldn’t like crooks that are stool pigeons. And if I did like crooks that are stool pigeons, I still wouldn’t like you.”
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Pic of the Day: “Houston, this is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone. I’m off structure and I’m drifting… Do you copy? … Anybody…? Anyone…? Please copy.”
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Pic of the Day: “Why are you smiling?” “It’s just… it’s the first time I’ve ever seen you look ugly… and that makes me kind of happy.”
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Pic of the Day: “You know, you really don’t need a forensics team to get to the bottom of this. If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.”
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Pic of the Day: “You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”
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Pic of the Day: “Are you an angry man, Henry?” “About what?” “Are you envious? Do you get envious?” “I don’t think so. No.” “I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people.” “That part of me is gone… working and not succeeding- all my failures has left me… I just don’t… care.” “Well, if it’s in me, it’s in you. There are times when I look at people and I see nothing worth liking. I want to earn enough money that I can get away from everyone.”
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