All right Mr DeMille I'm ready for my close up
Here's looking at you kid
Go ahead make my day
They call me Mister Tibbs
Frankly dear I don't give a damn
May the force be with you
I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too
Toto, I don't think were in Kansas anymore
There's no place like home
You talking to me
You're gonna need a bigger boat
You can't handle the truth
Loui, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship
The stuff dreams are made off
Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth
My precious
Here's Jonny
I'll be back
There here
Is it safe?
Hasta La Vista Baby
Snap out of it
Its Alive, Its Alive
You've got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky? ' Well, do ya, punk?
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