“Thank you. How-DY! Whoops, wrong opera house. How do you like the play, Mr. Lincoln? Duck!”

“What do you think of Puccini?
[ Britten: "I think his operas are dreadful." ]
No, Ben, you are wrong. He wrote marvellous operas, but dreadful music.”

“… how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?”

“A woman like you should be at home. That's where you belong, taking care of somebody nice who don't know how to do you wrong.”

“You ought to be thankful for the little things
But little things are all you seem to give
You're always putting off what we can do today
Soap opera says you've got one life to live
Who's right, who's wrong?”

“How can you thank a man for giving you what's already yours? How then can you thank him for giving you only part of what's already yours?”

“How many kids are in the Graveyard?"
"A bunch."
"Who sends your supplies?"
"George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget."
"How often do you receive new arrivals?"
"About as often as you beat your wife.”

“I'd like to thank all of you for being here, gracias. You don't know how much it means to me. Gracias.”

“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.”

“Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.”