Pic of the Day

Pic of the Day: “Do you know those men? Do they work for me?” “Everybody works for you, Howard.”


Pic of the Day: “I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don’t tell truths. I tell what ought to be truth.”

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Pic of the Day: “You ever count the stars? I can’t ever get the same number, they keep changing on me.”


Pic of the Day: “Cosmo, call me a cab.” “Okay, you’re a cab.”


Pic of the Day: “You do well in school?” “Yeah.” “That’s good. I did too. They call that a paradox.”


Pic of the Day: “Go to sleep.” “I am asleep. This is a dream.” “Then it is a good dream.”


Pic of the Day: “Captain Smith is the only professional soldier among us.” “Smith, sir? What are his qualifications?” “Those you lack.”


Pic of the Day: “I used to know a girl, she had a dozen guys. One of them found out about it… beat her up so bad she ended up at a hospital on Guerrero Street.” “Ha ha ha. What a story, Mark.”


Pic of the Day: “The War Department promised me 180 men. They sent me eighteen. You are the eighteen. So each of you will have to do the work of ten men. If you fail, I’ll have you spread-eagled on a wagon wheel. If you desert, you’ll be found, tracked down and broken into bits. That is all.”

 


Pic of the Day: “Scott, if your life had a face, I would punch it.”


Pic of the Day: “Prescription, two hours in the Earth Room. And get a haircut.”


Pic of the Day: “Good afternoon Miss Dubose. My, you look like a picture this afternoon.” “He don’t say a picture of what.”


Pic of the Day: “Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperial slugs. I told you I’d outrun ’em…Don’t everyone thank me at once.”


Pic of the Day: “I’m not great at farewells, so uh…that’ll do, pig.” “That’s the worst goodbye I’ve ever heard. And you stole it from a movie.”


Pic of the Day: “She came at me in sections…more curves than a scenic railway.”


Pic of the Day: “Tuesday night’s plastic corrosion awareness meeting, was I think, a big success. We’d like to thank Mr. Spell for putting that on for us. Thank you Mr. Spell.”


Pic of the Day: “Do you know who I am? I’m Moe Greene! I made my bones when you were going out with cheerleaders!”


Pic of the Day: “Do you have any dreams?” “Yeah, I’m all alone. I’m rolling a big doughnut and this snake wearing a vest…”


Pic of the Day: “What did you want me to do? Be reasonable. You didn’t expect me to give myself up… ‘It’s a far, far better thing that I do.’ The old limelight. The fall of the curtain. Oh, Holly, you and I aren’t heroes. The world doesn’t make any heroes outside of your stories.”


Pic of the Day: “Bick, you shoulda shot that fella a long time ago. Now he’s too rich to kill.”

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Pic of the Day: “Now father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th century!”


Pic of the Day: “Oh my god, was that a ninja?” “More like a “non”-ja. Terrible what passes for a ninja these days.”


Pic of the Day: “What were you doing out there?” “Visiting a whorehouse.” “Okay. If I let you back in, will you tell me where it is exactly?”


Pic of the Day: “Now a question of etiquette as I pass — do I give you the ass or the crotch?”