He's only a kid Harry. We can take him.
All my life I've stood up to everyone and everything, because it made me feel *important*. You do it... because you mean it.
Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering
What's that stench? It's fantastic.
Well, beatniks for one, folk singers, and motorbike riders. Y'know. All those hip, jazzy, super cool, neat, keen, and groovy cats. It's in the fridge, daddy-o! Are you hip to the jive? Can you dig what I'm layin' down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother!
Well how do you like that? Not so much as a "kiss my foot" or "have an apple".
Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help?
Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin' across your face.
They have to paint me red before they chop me. It's a different religion from ours. I think.
If you can't say something nice... don't say nothing at all.
Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help?
Drifting wrote:First one is Home Alone.
Character is the burglar who gets his hand and head fried.
Morley wrote:Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help?
This has to be Marilyn Monroe in something or other--I can hear her voice in my head. I'm going to go with How to Marry a Millionaire. Runners up: Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend (or the Monroe/Mansfield movie that song is from) and Some Like It Hot.
Jersey Girl wrote:Morley wrote:This has to be Marilyn Monroe in something or other--I can hear her voice in my head. I'm going to go with How to Marry a Millionaire. Runners up: Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend (or the Monroe/Mansfield movie that song is from) and Some Like It Hot.
You're good! It's from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
:-)
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
We are no more in Kansas
What kind of addict would need all these coconut husksand crushed honeydew rinds ?
Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries ?These puddles of glazed ketchupon the bureau ?Maybe so...but then why all this booze...and these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard...that had dried to a hard, yellow crust?These were not the hoofprintsof your normal God-fearining junkie. It was too savage,too aggressive.