Bob HoskinsQuotes

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: You don't look so good.

Bobby Darin: Well to tell you the truth, Charlie. I don't feel so hot. I gotta go under the knife again, that's why we're taking off early. I've got blood poisoning, its catching up.

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: Look, we don't have to do this. We can call it off.

Bobby Darin: Charlie, I gotta get ready now.

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: I gotta go make sure Nina's at a good table.

Bobby Darin: Charlie, I wouldn't have gone this far without you.

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: Kid, you're a runaway train. Just get through tonight.

Bobby Darin: Yeah, always leaving one more, Charlie.

Bobby Darin: When did you meet Nina? What year?

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: I don't know, nineteen thirty something.

Bobby Darin: Do you know who my father is, Charlie?

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: No, Bobby. I don't know.

Bobby Darin: I wish I knew who he was.

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: Look, Bobby, I know I ain't no college boy, but I always felt like I was your father.

Bobby Darin: Charlie, you've been more than a father to me, you know that. I just wish I knew.

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: Well, you stay out here much longer, Dodd's gonna be saying the same thing about you. Now, you may not know who your father is, but you got two mothers out of the deal and both of them were great. Have you seen how hard it's been for her? Not to be able to tell anybody that you're her son? You ought'a find yourself, get back on the stage. You are Bobby Darin.

Bobby Darin: Yeah, that's who I thought I was.

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: Okay, okay. Walden Robert Cassotto.

Bobby Darin: No I'm not, Charlie. I'm not even him.

Charlie Cassotto Maffia: Well, maybe you're both.

Bill Nelson: Hatcher's got the swagger and the smiles, but it's Canaris who pulls the strings. He's the power behind the throne. And he's not someone you want to pick a fight with.

Eden Sinclair: Who, me?

Eden Sinclair: You got a cigarette?

Bill Nelson: When are you going to buy your own? Do you know how much these things cost?

Eden Sinclair: Why do you think I smoke yours?

Bill Nelson: [to Eden] You carry on the way you're going, you're gonna wind up one seriously fucked-up individual.

John Hatcher: Yesterday, if I turned up on the 6:00 news with a survivor in tow, they'd have strung me up from the nearest lamp-post by the balls. But if, in 48 hours, I arrive with a survivor and a cure, sure they won't give a flying fuck about the survivor, but they'll be lining up to kiss my arse for that cure.

DJ: Ladies and gentlemen! Here he is, the head chef, the big cheese, the sunshine of your lives! It's Sol!

Cellar Guard: [to Eden] If you're hungry, why not try a piece of your friend?

Charlotte: [narrating] Oh, God, please let Mrs. Flax control herself.

Lou Landsky: You're still a perfect seven, Reverend Mother. You know, most women's feet get bigger.

Rachel: Only if they marry.

Charlotte: [narrating] Oh, no!

Rachel: You know, your feet swell. When you get pregnant, your feet swell.

Charlotte: [narrating] How could she? How could she?

Rachel: I know mine got swollen when I was pregnant.

Charlotte: [whispering] Mother, how could you say that? She's a holy vessel!

Lou Landsky: If you care about us, would it kill you to show it?

Rachel: Us"? When did YOU and *my* children become "us"? You're just YOU, Lou - me and the girls, THAT'S "us”!

Lou Landsky: I was talking about you and me.

Arresting Officer: That is your receipt for your husband... and this is my receipt for your receipt.

Bill, Department of Works: Mistakes? We don't make mistakes.

Charlie, Department of Works: Bloody typical, they've gone back to metric without telling us.

Guard: Don't fight it, son. Confess quickly! If you hold out too long you could jeopardize your credit rating.

Mr. Warrenn: Ahhhh! Here we are. Your very own number, on your very own door. And behind that door, your very own office! Congratulations, DZ-stroke-oh-one-five. Welcome to the team!

Mr. Warrenn: And what the hell is this mess. An empty desk is an efficient desk...I don't know what's going on here, Lowry, but don't think you can intimidate us with your friends and relatives in high places. NOW SHAPE UP!

Kurtzmann: It's been confusion from the word go! He's been overcharged for Information Retrieval Procedures and someone somewhere is trying to make us carry the can.

Jack Lint: We've always been close, haven't we? Well, until this whole thing blows over, just stay away from me.

Jack Lint: This is information retrieval not information dispersal.

Dr. Lewis Jaffe: Can you believe it? Just me and my little knife. Snip, snip, slice, slice...But this is just the beginning...You've seen her with her clothes off. Faces are a doddle compared to tits and ass. No hairlines.

Dr. Chapman: That technique...I've tried it. A nice effect, but highly unstable. In six months, she'll look like Grandma Moses.

Spoor: Where'd you get this from, eh? Out yer nostril?

Spoor: All you've got to do is blow your nose and it's fixed, in't it?

Holly: Put it on, big boy. I won't look at your willy.

Mrs. Terrain: My complication had a little complication. But Dr. Jaffe says I'll soon be up and bounding about like a young gazelle.

J. Edgar Hoover: Why do you think Kissinger is taping your calls? For history. His word against yours — and right now he's got the records.

Nikita Khrushchev: (to Danilov, after unconfirmed reports come in of Vassili's death) Write it then, "Vassili Zaitsev is not dead! This, is what he had for breakfast this morning. This, is a picture of him reading the paper." You're the poet.

Eddie Valiant: [looks at the newspaper in his office; drinks his whiskey; notices the will is Marvin Acme is in the picture, gets out of the magnifying glass to investigate it] It ain't my fault the rabbit got himself in trouble. All I did was take a couple of lousy pictures. The baby was right. The hell with it.

Eddie Valiant: [while seeing Jessica Rabbit and Marvin Acme playing patty-cake] You gotta be kidding me.

Eddie Valiant: Who're you calling a chump, chimp?

Eddie Valiant: [stuffs a hard-boiled egg in Angelo's mouth and storms off] Get this straight, meatball. I... don't... work for toons!

Eddie Valiant: Nice booby trap!

Eddie Valiant: [to Earl, who recently got laid off] Here's to the pencil pushers. May they all get lead poisoning.

Eddie Valiant: [Penguin waiters from Mary Poppins] Scotch on the rocks. And I mean ice!