—"Do you like Huey Lewis and the News?"
—"Their early work was a little too New Wave for my tastes but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello but I think Huey has a far much more bitter, cynical sense of humor . . . In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to Be Square," a song so catchy, more people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of trends, it's a personal statement about the band itself."
—"Janie, today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus."
—"Your father seems to think this type of behavior is something to be proud of."
—"And your mother seems to prefer I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a mason jar under the sink."
"Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you."
"Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you . . . who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder . . . You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!"
"If any form of pleasure is exhibited, report to me and it will be prohibited! I'll put my foot down, so shall it be . . . this is the land of the free! . . . If you think this country's bad off now, just wait till I get through with it! The country's taxes must be fixed, and I know what do with it. If you think you're paying too much now, just wait till I get through with it!"
"You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured. Praise God!"
—"Do you feel that playing rock 'n' roll music keeps you a child? That is, keeps you in a state of arrested development?"
—"No. No. No. I feel it's like, it's more like going, going to a, a national park or something. And there's, you know, they preserve the moose. And that's, that's my childhood up there on stage. That moose, you know."
—"So when you're playing you feel like a preserved moose on stage?"
"Attention. Tonight's movie has been M*A*S*H. Follow the zany antics of our combat surgeons as they cut and stitch their way along the front lines, operating as bombs . . . operating as bombs and bullets burst around them, snatching laughs and love between amputations and penicillin."
"There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today . . . We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since men crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that . . . perfect world . . . in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused."
"Sir! I have a plan! Mein Fuhrer! I can walk!"