Arthur: Seven simple rules of going into hiding:
One, never trust a cop in a raincoat.
Two, beware of enthusiasm and of love, both are temporary and quick to sway.
Three, if asked if you care about the world’s problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks, he will never ask you again.
Four, never give your real name.
Five, if ever asked to look at yourself, dont.
Six, never do anything the person standing in front of you cannot understand.
And finlly seven, never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.
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Joanne Herring: Are you Catholic, Mr. Avrakatos?
Gust Avrakotos: Greek Orthodox.
Joanne Herring: Still a Christian, though.
Gust Avrakotos: Imagine my relief.
Bill: Here’s the thing… I don’t give a ten-penny fuck about your moral conundrum, you meat-headed shit-sack… That’s pretty much the thing.
Jon Savage: Dad’s not the one that has a problem with the Valley View. There’s nothing wrong with Dad’s situation. Dad’s situation is fine. He’s never gonna adjust to it if we keep yanking him outta there. And, actually, this upward mobility fixation of yours, it’s counterproductive and, frankly, pretty selfish. Because it’s not about Dad, it’s about you and your guilt. That’s what these places prey upon.
Wendy Savage: I happen to think it’s nicer here.
Jon Savage: Of course you do, because you are the consumer they want to target. You are the guilty demographic. The landscaping, the neighborhoods of care; they’re not for the residents, they’re for the relatives. People like you and me who don’t want to admit to what’s really going on here.
Wendy Savage: Which is what, Jon?
Jon Savage: People are dying, Wendy! Right inside that beautiful building right now, it’s a fucking horror show! And all this wellness propaganda and the landscaping, it’s just there to obscure the miserable fact that people die! And death is gaseous and gruesome and it’s filled with shit and piss and rotten stink!
Leah: Yo Yo Yiggady Yo.
Juno MacGuff: I’m at suicide risk.
Leah: Juno?
Juno MacGuff: No, it’s Morgan Freeman. Do you have any bones that need collecting?
Leah: Only the one in my pants…
Juno MacGuff: I’m pregnant.
Leah: What? Honest to blog?
Juno MacGuff: Yeah. Yeah, it’s Bleekers.
Leah: It’s probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?
Juno MacGuff: No, this is not a food baby all right? I’ve taken like three pregnancy tests, and I’m forshizz up the spout.
Leah: How did you even generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests? That’s amazing…
Juno MacGuff: I don’t know, I drank like, ten tons of Sunny D… Anyway dude, I’m telling you I’m pregnant and you’re acting shockingly cavalier.
Leah: Is this for real? Like, for real for real?
Juno MacGuff: Unfortunately, yes.
Leah: Oh my GOD. Oh shit! Phuket, Thailand!
Juno MacGuff: There we go. That was kind of the emotion that I was searching for on the first take.
Darth Vader: Luke… I am your father!
Luke Skywalker: Noooo! That’s impossible!
Darth Vader: It’s true! And Princess Leia is your sister!
Luke Skywalker: That’s… improbable.
Darth Vader: And the Empire will be defeated by Ewoks!
Luke Skywalker: That’s… highly unlikely…
Darth Vader: And as a kid, I built C-3PO!
Luke Skywalker: ...wha?
Darth Vader: And you know that all-powerful Force? That’s really just microscopic bacteria called Midichlorians!
Luke Skywalker: [smoking a cigarette] Look, if you’re not gonna take this seriously, I’m outta here!
Wood Hite: [In song] Oh, I’m a good old rebel, Now thats just what I am, And for this yankee nation, I do no give a damn. I’m glad I fought a ganner, I only wish we won. I aint asked any pardon for anything I’ve done. I hates the yankee nation and eveything they do. I hates the declaration of independence, too. I hates the glorious union, just dripping with our blood. I hates the striped banner, and fitted all I could.
Maggie Hoffman: Exuse me, flight attendant? Could I get a real bottle, please? I’m an alcoholic, not a Barbie doll.
[Just so you know, Amy Poehler aside this movie is not worth watching…]
Dewey Finn: God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people’s minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen…
Ace Rothstein: [narrating] The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior’s college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it’s like checkin’ into an airport. And if you order room service, you’re lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it’s all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids? Junk bonds. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. And why mess up a good thing?
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