Rosen: Your eyes are red. You been smokin’ crack? Beck: Your eyes are glazed. You been eatin’ donuts
Werner Herzog: I believe the common denominator of the universe is not harmony, but chaos, hostility, and murder.
Edie Stall: My husband does not know you. He wouldn’t know you, somebody like you. Carl Fogaty: Oh, he knows Carl Fogarty all right. He knows me intimately. See? [points to his clouded left eye] Carl Fogaty: This isn’t a completely dead eye, it still works a bit. The problem is, the only thing I can see with it is Joey Cusack, and it can see right through him… right through your husband, Edie. I see what’s inside him, what makes him tick. He’s still the same guy. He’s still crazy fucking Joey! And you know it, don’t you? How much do you really know about your husband, Edie? Where he’s from, where he’s been, his life before he met you some 20 years ago? Edie Stall: I know that my husband is Tom Stall. That’s what I know. That’s all I need to know. Carl Fogaty: Yeah? Well, why don’t you ask ”Tom” about his older brother Ritchie in Philadelphia? Ask ”Tom” how he once tried to rip my eye out with barbed wire. And ask him, Edie… ask him how come he’s so good at killing people
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Switowski: He broke-ded my nose Paul ’Wrecking’ Crewe: Let me try to fix that. [Crewe fixes his nose] Switowski: How do I look? Caretaker: Much better, like a young Michael Jackson. Switowski: I love little Michael
Casanova: Casanova, the philosopher? Who devotes his life to the perfection of experience? Yes, I know him. Francesca Bruni: No, Casanova the libertine, who devotes his life to seducing women. Casanova: Well, we’re obviously talking about the same person
Capt. George Cummings: [as Purcell turns around in shock over getting a fourth wingman in the squadron] What’s the problem, Purcell? You look like you just been hit in the gut. Lt. Henry Purcell: Well, for one, Captain, we’ve been flying together for a long time, and it’s good; but FOUR is an unlucky number. Capt. George Cummings: Unlucky? Lt. Henry Purcell: Yeah! It’s not a prime number. See, prime numbers can only be divided by one or itself. THREE is a prime number. The Holy Trinity? The thesis and antithesis that come together to form the synthesis… Capt. George Cummings: Look! This is not a seminar on metaphysics, son. This is the U.S. Navy. Now we ship out Wednesday at oh five hundred. Dismissed. Lt. Henry Purcell: Okay. IF he’d let me finish I was gonna say Three’s Company, Three Stooges, Three Musketeers, three-peat, three strikes you’re out, ”Three Times a Lady”. Lt. Kara Wade: Three dimensions? Lt. Henry Purcell: Three Blind Mice. Lt. Ben Gannon: Menage a trois. Don’t forget that one. Right
Jared: Remember I told you, if anything happened to Sam, I was gonna kill you? Bryce: Oh, don’t do that. [Jared picks up a chair and throws it at the railing] Bryce: Don’t hit me with the fucking chair