Sooner or later, every man shows himself.
Tintín insists on taking pictures. Like he’s capturing memories of a trip that he’s comin’ back from. I wonder who these pictures are for. For us? I’ll never see them. Maybe they’re for our families. Or for other people who are remembering us now, looking at pictures of us that were taken in the past. And when they look at them, we’ll live again in their imaginations. Because they’ll ask themselves the same questions we’re asking. “What happened to them?” What happened to us? Who were we on the mountain?
If we can get a picture of Julia Roberts in a thong, we can certainly get a picture of this weirdo.
What was the picture?[Walter Mitty]Let’s just call it a ghost cat, Walter Mitty.[Sean O’Connell]
We’ve become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change.
Oh, hey. Welcome. Wait, I’m sorry, not welcome. Not an employee.[Ted Hendricks]Sorry. There’s the picture Sean wanted. Twenty-five. You have two days to print for cover. There’s your quintessence.[Walter Mitty]
Sometimes it takes a while for a man to find himself.
Never buy good pictures. Buy masterpieces.
