Monthly Archives: January 2016
Connie Porter: Dying together’s even more personal than living together.
Mr. Ping: The secret ingredient is… nothing!
Mr. Ping: You heard me. Nothing! There is no secret ingredient.
Po: Wait, wait. . .it’s just plain old noodle soup? You don’t add some kind of special sauce or something?
Mr. Ping: Don’t have to. To make something special you just have to believe it’s special.
Po: There is no secret ingredient. . .
Mikey: Is there a scar?
Oona: There will be. You scarred me.
Mikey: But in a good way.
Oona: In a good way.
Wil: How did you find out she was. . .?
Wai Po: The receptionist at the Manhattan clinic is married to one of Grandpa’s former students.
Wil: One billion Chinese people, two degrees of separation.
Rocket Raccoon: No, Groot! You can’t. You’ll die! Why are you doing this? Why?
Groot: *We* are Groot.
Melvin B. Tolson: Why’d you come back?
Henry Lowe: School’s the only place you can read all day. Except prison.
C.J. Memphis: Any man ain’t sure where he belong, gotta’ be in a whole lotta pain.
Shadow Henderson: You know, uh, I know you love Bleek and that’s beautiful, I mean, black people in love. I’d be the last person to come between you and him. But at some point you have to let this love shit go, and you have to think about respect. If he doesn’t respect you, then you don’t need him.
George Sand: I am not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love. That is all. But I love strongly, exclusively, steadfastly.
Gretta: I told you, I write songs from time to time.
Dan: What do you write them for?
Gretta: What do you mean what for? For my pleasure. And for my cat.
Dan: Oh really? Does he like them?
Gretta: She. Yes, she seems to.
Dan: How do you know?
Gretta: Because she purrs.
Dan: Maybe she’s booing.
Gretta: No, she purrs at Leonard Cohen, too, and she has very good taste.
Dan: Maybe she’s fucking with you.