Men always tell their troubles to a barmaid.
Maybe it’s in us. It’s with Shelbys. It’s in our Gypsy blood. We live somewhere between life and death, waiting to move on. And in the end, we accept it. We shake hands with the devils and we walk past them.[to Tommy]
It has always been about the explosion. From the beginning. The bang. The outrage.
Instinct’s a funny thing.
If there are bodies to be buried, dig holes and dig them deep.
I’m going to do a good thing. Whenever I do a good thing, innocent people get hurt.
I will continue until I find a man that I can’t defeat.
I know who I am, Linda. I know who I am and I’m all right with it. Finally. I can live with it.
I imagine being shot by a woman hurts the same as being shot by a man. Just a bit more shameful.
Five for peace, two for truce, one abstention. Let’s get on with the war.
Did you know that madness sets you free? Otherwise, we’re just peasants obeying the law.
Conviction introduces emotion, which is the enemy of oratory.