Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.
Ramsey: Interesting way you put that, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: How’d I put it, sir?
Ramsey: Very carefully. I’m not suggesting that you’re indecisive, Mr. Hunter, not at all. Just…complicated.
Wash: I don’t want you to spare me, Mal. If you think you know what’s happening, then you tell me. You wouldn’t spare Zoë if she were in this situation with you, would you? You would be planning, and plotting and… possibly scheming. So whatever Zoë would do in this instance is what I wanna do. Do you know why? No matter how ugly it gets, you two always come back with the stories. So… I’m Zoë. Now, what do I do?
Mal: Probably not talk quite so much.
Wash: Terse? I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.
Farva: Don’t call me radio, unit 91.
Mac: Then don’t call me unit 91, radio.
Farva: Are you done?
Thorny: I’ll give you the fat guy for Foster. And uh, how about that stupid guy for Rabbit.
Ursula: Well, you’re going to have to be more specific, they’re both kind of fat and stupid.
One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say.
Where wise actions are the fruit of life, wise discourse is the pollination.
Dowager Countess: You are quite wonderful, the way you see room for improvement wherever you look. I never knew such reforming zeal.
Isobel: I take that as a compliment.
Dowager Countess: I must have said it wrong.
The secret of being a bore is to tell everything.
No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you will see why.
Tom Booker: Knowing is the easy part; saying it out loud is the hard part.
We never talked, my family. We communicated by putting Ann Landers articles on the refrigerator.
Jay: No, see this is exactly why we sweep things under the rug. So, people don’t get hurt.
Phil: Well, yeah, until you sweep too much under the rug. Then you have a lumpy rug…creates a tripping hazard…and open yourself up to lawsuits. Boy, you can go a really long time without blinking.
Bad news isn’t wine. It doesn’t improve with age.
There will be no peace among the nations without peace among the religions. There will be no peace among the religions without dialogue among the religions.
And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: “Psst!”
Look, then, into thine heart, and write!
The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy, but they were listening in gibberish.
Alex Dunphy: Could you L a little less OL?
Tony Soprano: Carmela, something I gotta confess. What are you doing?
Carmela Soprano: Getting my wine in position to throw in your damn face!
Tony Soprano: You’re always with the drama, you.
Tony Soprano: Let me tell ya something. Nowadays, everybody’s gotta go to shrinks, and counselors, and go on “Sally Jessy Raphael” and talk about their problems. What happened to Gary Cooper? The strong, silent type. That was an American. He wasn’t in touch with his feelings. He just did what he had to do. See, what they didn’t know was once they got Gary Cooper in touch with his feelings that they wouldn’t be able to shut him up! And then it’s dysfunction this, and dysfunction that, and dysfunction vaffancul!
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.
Pete Campbell: A man like you I’d follow into combat blindfolded, and I wouldn’t be the first. Am I right, buddy?
Don Draper: Let’s take it a little slower. I don’t want to wake up pregnant.
It is human nature to look away from illness. We don’t enjoy a reminder of our own fragile mortality. That’s why writing on the Internet has become a life-saver for me. My ability to think and write have not been affected. And on the Web, my real voice finds expression.