Edward Nashton: If you are justice, please do not lie / What is the price for your blind eye?
The Riddler: It can be cruel, poetic or blind, but when it's denied, it's violence you may find.
Louis Ives: You have a strange power over people, Henry.
Henry Harrison: It's my constant disapproval. Some find it fatherly.
Henry Harrison: Unfortunately, I said something that offended her, and we had a falling out.
Louis Ives: What did you say that offended her?
Henry Harrison: I told her that her ass is big, that she's a saddleback and possibly a moral imbecile.
Louis Ives: Henry, that seems a lot to recover from.
Burt Fabelman: It's more important than your hobby.
Sammy Fabelman: Can you stop calling it a hobby?
Burt Fabelman: You can't just love something, you also have to take care of it.
Burt Fabelman: Make something real, not imaginary.
Sammy Fabelman: I want to make movies though!
Burt Fabelman: Happy things like light from a huge flashlight. But these photographs move past the light really fast. 24 photos in every second. Now, in your brain, each photograph stays for about a 15th of a second. That's called persistence of vision. The photographs move past faster than your brain can let go of them, and that's how the movie projector tricks us into believing that motionless pictures are moving. A motion picture.
Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. You know, school, then college, then work, fuck that. And fuck the air force academy. If I wanna fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.
Frank: I'm glad you're talking again, Dwayne. You're not nearly as stupid as you look.
Sheryl: You know, like it or not, we're still your family, for better or worse.
Dwayne: No, you're not my family! I don't wanna be your family! I hate you fucking people! Divorce? Bankrupt? Suicide? You're fucking losers, you're losers! No, please just leave me here, Mom. Please, please, please. Please... just leave me here.
Dwayne: 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.
Carl Wilson: I'm worried about you, brother.
Brian Past: I think I might be losing it.
Dennis Wilson: I don't blame you. There's a lot to lose out there.
Calvin Weir-Fields: I have you. I don't need anyone else.
Ruby Sparks: That's a lot of pressure.
Calvin Weir-Fields: I had a weird dream last night. There was this girl.
Harry: What'd she look like?
Calvin Weir-Fields: ...Like a normal girl, someone I made up.
Harry: Did you have sex?
Calvin Weir-Fields: No, she just talked to me.
Harry: That's fucking depressing.
Calvin Weir-Fields: It was actually really nice.
Harry: Seriously? You don't even get laid in your dreams? That's just sad.
Calvin Weir-Fields: She's a person.
Harry: You haven't written a person, okay? You've written a girl.
Ruby Sparks: Were you disappointed when you got to know me?
Calvin Weir-Fields: How can you ask that?
Ruby Sparks: I'm such a mess.
Calvin Weir-Fields: I love your mess.
Calvin Weir-Fields: Who leaves someone after their father dies?
Dr. Rosenthal: Someone who couldn't love you properly.
Calvin Weir-Fields: Someone who is a heartless slut.
Calvin Weir-Fields: She wasn't happy. So I made her happy... and now she's like this all the time.
Ruby Sparks: You don't get to decide what I do.
Calvin Weir-Fields: Wanna bet?
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