Many Movies Quotes

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

There are no two words in the English language more harmful than 'good job'.

And let's face it, Dad, it's not for the sake of art. It's because you want to feel relevant again. Well, there's a whole world out there where people fight to be relevant every day. And you act like it doesn't even exist! Things are happening in a place that you willfully ignore, a place that has already forgotten you. I mean, who the fuck are you? You hate bloggers. You make fun of Twitter. You don't even have a Facebook page. You're the one who doesn't exist. You're doing this because you're scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don't matter. And you know what? You're right. You don't. It's not important. You're not important. Get used to it.

You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me? No! I am the one who knocks!

Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening.[to refrigerator]There's my three meals, Mr. Smartypants.[back to pills] And green at night. Just like that. One, two, three, four.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid

Dave: Hello, HAL. Do you read me, HAL? HAL: Affirmative, Dave. I read you. Dave: Open the pod bay doors, HAL. HAL: I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that. Dave: What's the problem? HAL: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.

William Miller: So Russell... what do you love about music? Russell Hammond: To begin with, everything.

What kind of bird are you?

There's no right, there's no wrong. There's only popular opinion

Donnie: Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit? Frank: Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony.

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, and ideas are bulletproof

C: Maybe we should meet here in five years or something. J: All right, all right... Five years! That's a long time!