Quotes from Gabriel Macht movies and TV shows

Stackhouse: We're not supposed to fly that sector, Chris. The brass will have a shit-fit.
Chris Burnett: Hey, we're on recon so let's recon something.

Bobby Long: We cannot tear out a single page of our lives, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.
Lawson Pines: George Sand.
Bobby Long: Now I thought that would be a hard one.

Lawson Pines: New Orleans is a siren of a city. A place of fables and illusion. A place Lorraine had to escape from and Bobby and I had to escape to. Away from Alabama, away from lives that no longer belong to us.

Bobby Long: Think she'll come right home?
Lawson Pines: Where else would a teenage girl go but straight home to her endlessly entertaining middle-age room mates?

Bobby Long: Now just exactly who is Plato and who is Socrates in this equation? Cause fuck, I'll just stay out.
Lawson Pines: You are Socrates, of course. You are the teacher.
Bobby Long: Goddamn right I am.
Pursy Will: I wish you'd all just shut up. Cause if it's gonna be like this, I ain't learning nothing.
Bobby Long: Girl, your English is fucking atrocious.

Lawson Pines: Autumn comes slowly in New Orleans. The grass remains a stubborn green, but the heat gives way to a gentle warmth. Pursy did begin to catch on in school. She was surprised. We weren't. Winter arrived before we realised the sunlit hours of summer had waned. So now the wine began to outlast the day and that was more than anyone could've asked for.

Lawson Pines: Damn girl, you woke up productive. Bobby, come see what Pursy did.
Bobby Long: I see what she didn't do. Leave.
Pursy Will: She ain't gonna leave.

Georgianna: So now what? Lorraine finally kick ya'll out?
Bobby Long: No... she never would. Besides, God wouldn't let that happen.
Lawson Pines: Really? And why not?
Bobby Long: Cause God knows me and I know God.

Lawson Pines: It was our home that night. All of ours. We both knew we should tell her the truth, but every day felt like the wrong day. And Christmas is as good a day as any to believe in fairy tales. That night reminded Bobby and me of a time in our lives we'd both chosen to forget until she'd arrived. It felt good to remember, if just for a little while.

Lawson Pines: We die only once, and for such a long time.
Bobby Long: Molière.

Lawson Pines: Time was never a friend to Bobby Long. It would conspire against him, allowing him to believe in a generous nature and then rob him blind everytime. We'd lost Lorraine. All of us. But long before she died.

The Spirit: My city, I can not deny her. My city screams. She is my mother. She is my lover, and I am her Spirit.

The Spirit: "What are you?" That's what the woman asked me. Am I some sort of ghost? I still move. I still breathe. I'm still alive.

The Spirit: Somebody find me a tie! I don't care what kind, but by God, it had better be red!