I've learned to think in terms of having a long career. Actors can have very long careers that last until the day we die, but there will be moments when you'll feel like you're a failure or when you're disappointed in yourself. I've learned from my dad that those feelings don't mean you should stop what you're doing. They mean you should try even harder; you should push even further. Perhaps because of failure, you're getting even closer to your ultimate goal.
Have you no respect for the dead?
Of course I do, but sometimes I'd rather like to join them.
Well I wish you would do it sooner rather than later before you ruin my career the way you've ruined yours.
Kim Jong Il:
I was sent from pranet Xiron to conquer the Earf / I had a twiffic pran - I thought it would work / I tried to get the Earfrings all to kill each other, y'see / But it all went wrong and now I must decree / You are worthress Arec Barrwin / You are worthress Arec Barrwin / You have faiwred in every way / and now my stock in you has fawren / Your career is stawrin' / and you're worthress Arec Barrwin / That's why I brew your head off / And your chirdren are all bawrin' / Pranet Xiron is inhabited with Xipods rike me / But arso with Balmacs who are giant bees / The Xipods and the Balmacs are at constant war / So we wanted a new home and that's what Earf was for / But you are worthress Arec Barrwin / You are worthress Arec Barrwin / You fucked up my whole plan / and now Xiron is smeared with Balmac porren / Your garbage needs some hawring / and you're worthress Arec Barrwin / Now I must return home a faiwrure / I'm afraid the pit of Cryrock is cawrin'.
I started doing radio commercials for Kmart when I was 4. They had to splice all my consonants together because I couldn't talk very well. But these jobs helped my mother and me put food on the table. It took the two of us working.
What are you majoring in?
Russian literature and Slavic languages.
Oh wow, that's pretty interesting. What career track is that?
Cabby, hot dog vendor, marijuana delivery guy. The world is my oyster.
Taking a little day trip?
No, Bob and I are driving home. To Oregon.
[long pause] You know, I really thought you were a ballplayer.
Well, you were wrong.
Yeah. It is only a game, Jimmy. It's only a game, and, and, I don't need this. I have Bob; I don't need this. At all.
I, I gave away five years at the end my career to drink. Five years. And now there isn't anything I wouldn't give to get back any one day of it.
Well, we're different.
Shit, Dottie, if you want to go back to Oregon and make a hundred babies, great, I'm in no position to tell anyone how to live. But sneaking out like this, quitting, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Baseball is what gets inside you. It's what lights you up, you can't deny that.
It just got too hard.
It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard... is what makes it great.
Blythe Danner is somebody whose career I admire. She's a great actress and does good work, but also has a life of her own. I love my job but, at the end of the day, I want to come home and watch a movie and drink a bottle of wine with my husband.
[Ace is having difficulty with throwing knives]
Sir, I don't understand. What goods' a knife in a nuke fight? All you have to do is press a button, sir.
Career Sergeant Zim:
Put your hand on that wall trooper. PUT YOUR HAND ON THAT WALL! [Zim throws a knife and hits Ace's hand pinning it to the wall]
Career Sergeant Zim:
The enemy can not press a button... if you have disabled his hand. Medic!
Just let them have a little fun.
Baseball is work. Not fun.
Baseball is grown men getting paid to play a game. When you were a kid, I bet you didn't pick up a bat and ball because you were dying to work. A player's career is short enough. Let them enjoy it.
D'you know that the human head weighs 8 pounds?
Did you know that Troy Aikman, in only six years, has passed for 16,303 yards?
D'you know that bees and dogs can smell fear?
Did you know that the career record for hits is 4,256 by Pete Rose who is NOT in the Hall of Fame?
D'you know that my next door neighbor has three rabbits?
I... I can't compete with that!
[Torrance is stressed after knowing they had stolen Clovers' routine]
Do you know what this means? My entire cheerleading career has been a lie.
Well, look on the bright side - It's only cheerleading!
I *am* only cheerleading.
James Reston, Jr.:
You know the first and greatest sin of the deception of television is that it simplifies; it diminishes great, complex ideas, stretches of time; whole careers become reduced to a single snapshot. At first I couldn't understand why Bob Zelnick was quite as euphoric as he was after the interviews, or why John Birt felt moved to strip naked and rush into the ocean to celebrate. But that was before I really understood the reductive power of the close-up, because David had succeeded on that final day, in getting for a fleeting moment what no investigative journalist, no state prosecutor, no judiciary committee or political enemy had managed to get; Richard Nixon's face swollen and ravaged by loneliness, self-loathing and defeat. The rest of the project and its failings would not only be forgotten, they would totally cease to exist.
Career Sergeant Zim:
Anytime you think I'm being too rough, anytime you think I'm being too tough, anytime you miss-your-mommy, QUIT! You sign your 1248, you get your gear, and you take a stroll down washout lane. Do you get me?
Business is the new war. My generation - we didn't have a battle to fight. We were the fortunate ones. No World War II. Missed Vietnam. Too old for Desert Storm. So this - my career and what I make of my life - is the battle of my life. This is my war. And the enemy has a nun that's willing to "blow" me.
One day in the late mid-eighties, I was in my early late-twenties. I had just been dismissed from University after delivering a brilliant lecture on the aggressive influence of German philosophy on rock 'n' roll entitled 'You, Kant, Always Get What You Want.' At 26, my academic career was over, I had never kissed a boy, and I was still sleeping with mom. Such were the thoughts flooding my tiny head on the day that I was sunning myself... in an old bomb crater I had discovered near the Wall. I am naked. Face down, on a broken piece of church, inhaling a fragrant westerly breeze. [sees the golden arches of a McDonald's sign over the wall]
My God I deserve a break today.
Every industrious man, in every lawful calling, is a useful man. And one principal reason why men are so often useless is that they neglect their own profession or calling, and divide and shift their attention among a multiplicity of objects and pursuits.
How do you know his name? Why the fuck does he know your name? You piece of shit. You can forget about acting for the next twenty years, your fucking career is over. Take your fucking SAG card and burn it. You little cocksucker. I treated you like a son. You fucking stab me in the heart.
I've had speechwriters write for me all of my career and advisors telling me what positions to take. I can't even remember why I wanted to get into politics to begin with. I think it's because my mom wanted me to, to show my dad any idiot could do it.
I had worked for this old man and once he told me that he had spent his whole life thinking about his career and his work. And he was fifty-two and it suddenly struck him that he had never really given anything of himself. His life was for no one and nothing. He was almost crying saying that.
Why'd I have to be born a worker? You soldiers get all the glory. Plus, you get to go out in the world. You know, you meet interesting insects; you get to kill them.
Yeah, but you get to spend all day with those beautiful worker girls.
Weaver, they're CAREER girls. They're obsessed with digging.
Look. [he sits down next to dummy of boy]
It's little Bobby. Little gonna grow up to big and strong and pursue a career in buried children and dismembered mummies. Now that will make happy town proud.
I think your in the wrong line of work. [he walks away]
[turning to dummy] No mate. Not me.
Jack Crawford is helping your career isn't he? Apparently he likes you and you like him too.
I never thought about it.
Do you think that Jack Crawford wants you sexually? True, he is much older but do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges, fucking you?
That doesn't interest me Doctor and frankly, it's, it's the sort of thing that Miggs would say.
[walks into the classroom] Excuse me, darling. I'm Reese Bobby. I'm here for career day with my son, Ricky.
Hey there, boy! Man, you got big. How long's it been? Three, four months?
Ten years? Man, I gotta lay off the peyote. [puts a cigarette in his mouth]
Mr. Bobby, there's no smoking in here.
Oh, it's all right, darling, I'm a volunteer fireman. Okay, I am a semi-professional racecar driver and an amateur tattoo artist.
And the first thing you gotta learn if you're gonna be a racecar driver, is that you don't listen to losers like your know-it-all teacher here.
Okay, I think that's enough.
Your teacher wants you to go slow, and she's wrong because it's the fastest who get paid and it's the fastest who get laid. [classmates all cheer]
Harold Asailian, Jr.:
When we first met, you told me you had a "career plan". Could you talk about that now?
Sure. I figure I'll do a couple more adult videos. Then I'll do some major movies here in Hollywood. Then I figure in about six months, Shakespeare at the Old Globe in London, England!
Lt. Bennie Macko:
I've got arrest warrants for Gavlian and Calden right here. Hey, separate them! I don't want them talking to anybody! Nobody talks to them until they get downtown. Christ! Shit!
Shut up and turn around, Bennie!
Lt. Bennie Macko:
Cuff his ass and take him downtown.
Lt. Bennie Macko:
What are you talking about? [a couple of LAPD cops grab Bennie and arrest him]
Lt. Bennie Macko:
[argrly] Get your hands off me, you son-of-a-bitch. You're making a big mistake, pal. You can kiss your career goodbye!
Lt. Bennie Macko:
[to Detective Zino] Call my lawyer!
[regarding Frank's admission of his career as a hitman to the Alcoholics Anonymous group] Actually, it went better than you think. It did
How do you know they won't tell the police?
It's Alcoholics Anonymous.
Somehow I don't really feel that's what they had in mind when they came up with the name, but you never know.
When I was in like, 5th grade, the miniseries "Roots" was this big thing. So, our teacher had us make family trees. I consulted my mom, and my grandmother, but we couldn't trace it back any further than New York, which was embarrassing. So, I lied and said that we were descended from Russian Tsars. Which is possible if any of them married poorly. Now Liam on the other hand, if there's a good Monty Python rerun on, or if he's had enough Guinness, will confess to a lineage of pirates. Dashing, hearty, seafaring men, known for their rich appetites and poor showings on college placement exams. Supposedly, he claims, they started out with the best of intentions. Rebellion against a tyrannical crown. But then conditions changed, and they lost track. They became desperados. Seduced, driven mad by a combination of lust and endless, chickless months at sea. They raped, they pillaged, they took things that were not theirs. See, that's the literal definition of piracy today. Record pirates, video pirates, love pirates. Maybe that's why Sam and I broke up. Maybe it was just sex. Maybe it was something we let our careers get away with. But no matter what, if we didn't have a hold on it, if it wasn't truly ours, then we had no right fucking with it. Yeah, we had a lot in common with Liam's pirates, Sam and I. The lust... the abandon... the tendency to just burn everything in sight. I don't think I'll ever fall in love again.
Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
It's career day at my old junior high. You're more than welcome to come.
Mmmmm... No thanks, I already have a career.
Yeah... office hag!
Vicki, I could responds to your childish remark by mentioning that your hair would embarrass a troll doll but I'm not going to sink to your level.
Get a hat!
So you had an affair with an agent, and it came out badly.
He wasn't an agent.
But he left you because you wouldn't quit your job. You were broken-hearted.
I left him, Frank, because I wouldn't quit my job for him. And it did break my heart.
You vowed never again to ever let a man come between you and your career.
Except... now you're in love with me, and it screws your little head up.
Frank, blow your nose. Here.
Sorry. What were to happen if I, uh, gave up my job for you?
Why would you do that?
Well, maybe I vowed to never again let my career come between me and a woman.
[about Johnny's arrest] Yeah, well, if this gets out in the press, his career is over.
Yeah, trust me, his career's the least of it.
You know, you seem like a nice lady, and you're purty and all but we were riding the gravy train on biscuit wheels around here, and then you showed up, everything went to hell. So why don't you just go back to wherever it is you came from?
I can't go back. Not now.
Then tell me what the hell's goin' on!
You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Look, you don't know me, but I love him. So if there's anything you know that can help, anything...
Okay, well, lately he's been readin' these really weird books, and they're messin' with his mind, you know. And he's writin' stuff down, and he's stayin' up late. And he does it over here. You can go through his stuff, and I don't know if it means anything.
As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.
You're right. Many nurses nowadays don't like doing the things that nurses used to have to do. Changing sheets and collecting bedpans - that sort of thing. Nursing has moved on, Bertie.'
Bertie was puzzled. 'But if they don't do that,' he said, 'then who does? Do people have to tuck themselves into bed when they're in hospital?'
Irene was amused by this and raised her eyes again. 'Dear Bertie, no, not at all. They have other people now to do that sort of thing. There are other wome. . . people who do that.' 'So they aren't nurses, Mummy?' asked Bertie. Irene waved a hand vaguely. 'No. They call them care assistants, or something like that. It's very important work.' 'So what do the nurses do then, Mummy? If they have somebody else to take the bedpans to the patients, what's left for the nurses to do? Do they do the things that doctors do? Can nurses take your tonsils out?' 'I think they'd like to,' said Irene.
Why do they always teach us that it's easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It's the hardest thing in the world--to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want.