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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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Pic of the Day: “We have fallen on happy times, Herr Hahn. In old times it would have made your day if I’d deigned to say good morning to you. Now that we are here in this place together… you feel obliged to tell me what to do with my life… Listen to me, Herr Hahn, there have been terrible things that have happened to me in my life. But the worst thing that has ever happened… is to find myself in the company of men like you.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Come on, babe / Why don’t we paint the town? / And all that jazz. / I’m gonna rouge my knees / And roll my stockings down / And all that jazz.” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “You’re making it a bit too obvious, you know, that you hate the very sight of me.” “The very sight of you is perhaps the one thing about you I don’t hate.”
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Pic of the Day: “You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work… Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.”
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Pic of the Day: “Your Reverence, I did see her.” “Yes, my child, you did. And you will see her again.” “Perhaps I haven’t suffered enough.” “You’ve suffered enough, my child, for the Heaven of Heavens.”
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Pic of the Day: “You’re in the hospital. You almost died.” “I bet that didn’t surprise anybody.”
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Pic of the Day: “And now the British think I’m with the Irish, and the Irish think I’m with the British. The long and short of it is I’m walkin’ around without a dog to lick my trousers!”
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Pic of the Day: “Forget it! I’m stayin’ right where I am. It’s gonna take you and the police department and the fire department and the National Guard to get me outta here!”
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Pic of the Day: “I want my leg.” “Why?” “I want my leg!” “Why? You can’t feel it no how!” “It’s my leg! I want my leg, you understand? Can’t you understand that? All’s I’m sayin’ is that I want to be treated like a human being! I fought for my country! I am a Vietnam veteran! I fought for my country! And I think that I deserve to be treated… decent!”
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Pic of the Day: “Are you saying that nobody in New York will work with me?” “No, no, that’s too limited… nobody in Hollywood wants to work with you either. I can’t even set you up for a commercial. You played a tomato for 30 seconds, they went a half a day over schedule because you wouldn’t sit down.” “Of course. It was illogical.” “YOU WERE A TOMATO. A tomato doesn’t have logic. A tomato can’t move.” “That’s what I said. So if he can’t move, how’s he gonna sit down, George? I was a stand-up tomato: a juicy, sexy, beefsteak tomato. Nobody does vegetables like me. I did an evening of vegetables off-Broadway. I did the best tomato, the best cucumber… I did an endive salad that knocked the critics on their ass.”
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