What’s up, Doc?
[greeting her daughter’s friend]
Boy, you’re getting lovelier every day. Look at your cute figure.
Young Ronnie Fuller:
I don’t have a figure.
Oh, but you will. And when you do, it’s going to be outrageous.
[Dirk wants Al to pull a ”Panama”]
What’s a Panama?
It’s a Navy thing.
I didn’t know you were in Panama.
We weren’t in Panama, we were in Nicaragua.
So why do you call it a Panama?
Because we thought we were in Panama!
If the party gets rough, duck.
I’m practically under the table now, but not the way I like to be.
Buddy ’Aces’ Israel:
You’re looking at me like, like… I just asked you the fucking square root of something.
[as he’s taking off his diving suit to reveal his tuxedo]
Maybe one day I’ll wear this to a party I’m actually invited to.
I’ve decided to write the story down; as it was, not as John made it. Get it right, before I die.
You’re not going to die.
I had a great-uncle who lived to be 102.
Well done. That seals my fate. What are the odds that you would know two men who would live that long?
Well, I didn’t actually know him.
There’s the television. It’s all right there – all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We’re not productive anymore. We don’t make things anymore. It’s all automated. What are we *for* then? We’re consumers, Jim. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you’re a good citizen. But if you don’t buy a lot of stuff, if you don’t, what are you then, I ask you? What? Mentally *ill*. Fact, Jim, fact – if you don’t buy things – toilet paper, new cars, computerized yo-yos, electrically-operated sexual devices, stereo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers…