Mel Bakersfeld: Don't talk to me about consequences! When Congress voted to cut airport appropriations, you never even sent in a letter of protest. And where were you when the airlines and the pilots and the rest of us were... were pleading for... for more airports and better traffic control? You were picking out the colors in the ladies' lounge. So now you've got your consequences.
Mel Bakersfeld: If you're wondering if we had another fight, the answer is no. Just a continuation of the same one.
Lou: I'm a lover.
Grace Pinza: Numbnuts.
Lou: A room. For me and my mother.
Lou: You should have seen the Atlantic Ocean back then.
Lou: Yes, it used to be beautiful - what with the rackets, whoring, guns.
Elmer Gantry: I have here in my pocket - and thank heaven you can't see them - lewd, dirty, obscene, and I'm ashamed to say this: French postcards. They were sold to me in front of your own innocent high school by a man with a black beard... a foreigner.
Elmer Gantry: I was accosted by three painted women. Your streets are made unsafe by shameless, diseased hussies, rapacious pick-pockets, and insidious opium-smokers.
Wyatt Earp: We'd like you to come to the wedding, Doc, - if it doesn't interfere with your poker.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I'm not good at weddings - only funerals. Deal me out.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I'm a gambler. Money's just a tool of my trade.
Wyatt Earp: Of course, you will guarantee you won't lose.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I never lose. You see, poker's played by desperate men who cherish money. I don't lose because I have nothing to lose, including my life.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: Want a gun hand?
Wyatt Earp: You? No, thanks.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I do handle them pretty well. The only trouble is, those best able to testify to my aim aren't around for comment.
Wyatt Earp: All gunfighters are lonely. They live in fear. They die without a dime, a woman or a friend.
Wyatt Earp: Hold up your right hand. Do you solemnly swear to uphold... oh, this is ridiculous. You're deputized. Grab some gear, I'll get the horses.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: Wait a minute, don't I get to wear a tin star?
Wyatt Earp: Not on your life.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I'm a gambler. Money's just a tool of my trade.
Wyatt Earp: Of course, you will guarantee you won't lose.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I never lose. You see, poker's played by desperate men who cherish money. I don't lose because I have nothing to lose, including my life.
Wyatt Earp: Hold up your right hand. Do you solemnly swear to uphold... oh, this is ridiculous. You're deputized. Grab some gear, I'll get the horses.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: Wait a minute, don't I get to wear a tin star?
Wyatt Earp: Not on your life.
Wyatt Earp: We'd like you to come to the wedding, Doc, - if it doesn't interfere with your poker.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I'm not good at weddings - only funerals. Deal me out.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: Want a gun hand?
Wyatt Earp: You? No, thanks.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I do handle them pretty well. The only trouble is, those best able to testify to my aim aren't around for comment.
Wyatt Earp: All gunfighters are lonely. They live in fear. They die without a dime, a woman or a friend.
Col. Thaddeus Gearhart: If it's the last thing I do, I'll have that entire band transferred to Alaska.
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