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Pic of the Day: “As God is my witness, as God is my witness they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.”
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Pic of the Day: “Well, I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years, Doctor, and I’m happy to state I finally won out over it.”
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Pic of the Day: “Once when I was reporting, Lyndon Johnson’s top guy gave me the word they were looking for a successor to J. Edgar Hoover. I wrote it and the day it appeared Johnson called a press conference and appointed Hoover head of the FBI for life. And when he was done, he turned to his top guy and the President said, ‘Call Ben Bradlee and tell him ‘fuck you.” I took a lot of static for that. Everyone said, ‘You did it, Bradlee, you screwed up, you stuck us with Hoover forever.’ I screwed up but I wasn’t wrong.”
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Pic of the Day: “I have to leave you now. I’m going to that corner, there, and turn. You must stay in the car and drive away. Promise not to watch me go beyond the corner. Just drive away and leave me, as I leave you.” “All right.” “I don’t know how to say goodbye. I can’t think of any words.” “Don’t try.”
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Pic of the Day: “I came here to drink myself to death.” “How long will it take you?” “I’d say about three to four weeks.”
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Pic of the Day: “Ms. Vito, you’re supposed to be some kinda expert in automobiles, is that correct?… Is that correct?” “Would you please answer the counselor’s question?” “No, I hate him.” “Your Honor, may I have permission to treat Ms. Vito as a hostile witness?” “You think I’m hostile now, wait ’til you see me tonight.” “Do you two know each other?” “Yeah, she’s my fiancée.” “Well, that would certainly explain the hostility.”
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Pic of the Day: “Some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”
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Pic of the Day: “How do you write women so well?” “I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.”
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Pic of the Day: “I knew you’d be watching.” “I thought we would meet only in death.” “This is our destiny.” “Kiss me.”
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Pic of the Day: “There’s enough bang in there to blow us all to Jesus. If I’m gonna die, I want to die comfortable.”
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Pic of the Day: “Sweet Jesus… Jesus sufferin’ Christ… He’s a Brown! He’s a Brown, all right. Christy’s a Brown! Coat.” “Where are you goin’, Paddy?” “Where do you think? This man deserves a jar! … This is Christy Brown. My son. Genius.”
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Pic of the Day: “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.”
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Pic of the Day: “Clear them little bottles off. And when I get off the phone here, call up Hyman and tell him I want it wall to wall with John Daniels.” “Don’t you mean Jack Daniels?” “He may be Jack to you son, but when you’ve known him as long as I have…”
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Pic of the Day: “Alice, this is Charlene.” “Hi.” “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Really? I’ve heard a lot about you too.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Same thing you meant.”
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Pic of the Day: “Frank, I like you. There’s no getting around the fact that you’re a real likable guy.” “Yeah? Yeah!” “But…” “But what?” “Well, I also think you’re the most hapless, lazy, disorganized, and in general most lecherous person I’ve ever known in my life.” “I am not!” “You’re not what?” “I am not disorganized!”
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Pic of the Day: “Does your wife really want you to play this part?” “Yeah, she’s all for it.” “I was just wondering. The day I met her, she seemed a little difficult about terms and rather domineering, I thought.” “She wasn’t always like that.” “Oh I know, I know. They all start out as Juliets and wind up as Lady Macbeths.”
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Pic of the Day: “By the authority vested in me by Kaiser William II, I pronounce you man and wife. Proceed with the execution.”
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