Nescaffier: Seeking something missing, missing something left behind. Roebuck Wright: Maybe with good luck, we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.
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Roebuck Wright: Maybe with good luck we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.
The Chauffeur: As you know by now, we have kidnapped your son.
Herbsaint Sazerac: Perhaps the doubtful old maxim speaks true: All grand beauties withhold their deepest secrets.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: Try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.
Herbsaint Sazerac: After receiving the host, marauding choir boys half-drunk on the blood of Christ stalk unwary pensioners and seek havoc.
J.K.L. Berensen: Good God. Wrong slide. That's me.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: Shrink the masthead, cut some ads, and tell the foreman to buy more paper. We're not killing anybody.
Zeffirelli: Every clique had a rival. The Nuts had the Bolts. The Sticks had the Stones. The Jocks had us, the Bookworms,
Julian Cadazio: Don't growl at me, you convicted murderer. You homicidal, suicidal, psychopathic, no-talent drunk!
Zeffirelli: I like how ruthless you are. It's part of your beauty, I think.
Lucinda Krementz: What do they want? To defend their illusions. A luminous abstraction.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: Fires and murders. That's how I started. My father owned the paper, of course.
Roebuck Wright: Perhaps, you fail to grasp that I was shot at and hand-grenaded against my will.
Roebuck Wright: Maybe with good luck we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.
Herbsaint Sazerac: Perhaps the doubtful old maxim speaks true: All grand beauties withhold their deepest secrets.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: Try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.
The Chauffeur: As you know by now, we have kidnapped your son.
Herbsaint Sazerac: After receiving the host, marauding choir boys half-drunk on the blood of Christ stalk unwary pensioners and seek havoc.
J.K.L. Berensen: Good God. Wrong slide. That's me.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: Shrink the masthead, cut some ads, and tell the foreman to buy more paper. We're not killing anybody.
Julian Cadazio: Don't growl at me, you convicted murderer. You homicidal, suicidal, psychopathic, no-talent drunk!
Lucinda Krementz: What do they want? To defend their illusions. A luminous abstraction.
Zeffirelli: Every clique had a rival. The Nuts had the Bolts. The Sticks had the Stones. The Jocks had us, the Bookworms,
Zeffirelli: I like how ruthless you are. It's part of your beauty, I think.
The Chauffeur: As you know by now, we have kidnapped your son.
J.K.L. Berensen: Good God. Wrong slide. That's me.
Nescaffier: Seeking something missing, missing something left behind. Roebuck Wright: Maybe with good luck, we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.
Roebuck Wright: I admire your bravery, lieutenant. Nescaffier: I'm not brave. I just wasn't in the mood to be a disappointment to everybody. I'm a foreigner you know. Roebuck Wright: This city is full of us, isn't it? I'm one myself. Nescaffier: Seeking something missing. Missing something left behind.
Talk Show Host: You've written about the American negro, the French intellectual, the Southern romantic... Roebuck Wright: And the anti-negro. Talk Show Host: The anti-negro. Scripture, mythology, folklore, true crime, false crime, the ghost story, the picaresque, the bildungsroman. But more than anything, over all these years, you've written about food. Why? Roebuck Wright: Who? What? Where? When? How? Valid questions, but I learned as a cub stringer, never, under any circumstance, if it is remotely within your power to resist the impulse, never ask a man why. It - it tightens a fellow up. Talk Show Host: I apologize, but I'm going to hold you to it... Roebuck Wright: Torture. Talk Show Host: ...if you'll agree. Roebuck Wright: Self-reflection is a vice best conducted in private or not at all.
Zeffirelli: I said, "Don't criticize my manifesto." She said... Juliette: Take off your clothes. Zeffirelli: I feel shy about my new muscles.
Julian Cadazio: "Simone, Naked. Cell Block J. Hobby Room." I wanna buy it. Moses Rosenthaler: Why? Julian Cadazio: Because I like it. Moses Rosenthaler: It's not for sale. Julian Cadazio: Yes, it is. Moses Rosenthaler: No, it isn't. Julian Cadazio: Yes, it is. Moses Rosenthaler: No, it isn't. Julian Cadazio: Yes, it is. Moses Rosenthaler: No, it isn't. Julian Cadazio: It is. Yes, it is. All artists sell all their work. It's what makes you an artist. Selling it. If you don't wish to sell it, don't paint it. Question is, what's your price? Moses Rosenthaler: 50 cigarettes. Actually, make it 75.
Chief Magistrate: Mr. Rosenthaler, why should we put you back on the street? Moses Rosenthaler: Because it was an accident, your honor. I didn't intend to kill anybody. Chief Magistrate: You decapitated two bartenders with a meat saw. Moses Rosenthaler: The first bartender was an accident. The second one was self-defense.
Talk Show Host: Someone told me you have a photographic memory. Is that true? Roebuck Wright: That is false. I have a typographic memory. I recollect the written word with considerable accuracy and detail. In other spheres, my powers of retention are distinctly impressionistic. I'm known to my intimates as a most forgetful man. Talk Show Host: Yet you remember every word you ever wrote. Roebuck Wright: Hmm. Talk Show Host: The novels, the essays, the poems, the plays... Roebuck Wright: The unrequited valentines. Sadly, I do.
Juliette: You believe I haven't informed myself properly? Or taken important matters seriously? I assure you, it's not the case. Lucinda Krementz: That was impolite - of me. I withdraw the remark. Juliette: If you wish. Lucinda Krementz: I beg your pardon. Juliette: Very well. Lucinda Krementz: I'm sorry. Juliette: Noted. Lucinda Krementz: Thank you. You're sure? Juliette: Of course. Sure about what? Lucinda Krementz: Sure you're not a child. Juliette: Quite sure. Lucinda Krementz: Then learn to accept an apology. That's important.
Cheery Writer: Is somebody coming to take him away? Legal Advisor: There's a strike at the morgue.
Alumna: Berensen's article. The Concrete Masterpiece. Proofreader: Three dangling participles, two split infinitives, and nine spelling errors in the first sentence alone. Arthur Howitzer Jr.: Some of those are intentional.
