Highlights
Star Wars: The Mandalorian and Grogu - Summer is made for Star Wars Clip
The Mandalorian and Grogu
Cape Fear Season 1 - Who’s Laughing Now Clip
Cape Fear
Emily in Paris Final Chapter - Merci Paris Clip
Emily in Paris
Stick Season 2 - First Look at Peter Dager and Owen Wilson
Stick
Masterplan - Teaser Trailer
Masterplan
Emily in Paris Season 6 - First Look at Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu as Sylvie Grateau
Emily in Paris
The Wrong Girls - Kristen Stewart and Alia Shawkat Interview
The Wrong Girls
Emily in Paris Season 6 - First Look at Lily Collins and Ashley Park
Emily in Paris
Sugar Season 2 - Sugar and Wiley Clip
Sugar
Spa Weekend - Isla Fisher as Mel Character Poster
Spa Weekend
Cape Fear Season 1 - Opportunity Knocks Clip
Cape Fear
Spa Weekend - Anna Faris as Sophie Character Poster
Spa Weekend
Ted Lasso Season 4 - Relationship Advice from Mum Clip
Ted Lasso
The Whisper Man - Acston Luca Porto as Jake Kennedy Character Poster
The Whisper Man

Burt LancasterQuotes

Burt Lancaster
Birthday
November 2nd, 1913
From
New York City, New York, USA
Actor

The Osterman Weekend - The Impact of Media on Society's Values

Maxwell Danforth: Suppose I was to tell you that our enemies are capable of impairing rational thought, of dismantling our willingness to defend ourselves, of dissociating whole societies from their value systems?
John Tanner: You mean they've got televisions.

Criss Cross - A Conversation on Pride and Identity

Steve Thompson: I take my hat off to you.
Anna Dundee: Yeah... yeah, I'm a prize.
Anna Dundee: Tell me all about it.
Steve Thompson: Tramp! Cheap little no good tramp!
Anna Dundee: Stick around. You make it all so nice and sad.

Criss Cross - Generational Perspectives on Knowledge and Experience

Steve Thompson: She's all right, she's just young.
Mrs. Thompson: [[Albert Einstein|Einstein] Huh! Some ways, she knows more than ].

Criss Cross - Desire Beyond Wealth and Materialism

Steve Thompson: I am different. I never wanted the money - I just wanted you.

Criss Cross - Frustration Over an Apple and Memories

Steve Thompson: A man eats an apple. He gets a piece of the core stuck between his teeth. He tries to work it out with some cellophane from a cigarette pack. What happens? The cellophane gets stuck in there too. Anna? What was the use. I knew that somehow I'd wind up seeing her that night.

Atlantic City - A Playful Exchange on Nicknames and Age

Lou: You shut up, Grace, you goddamned old lady.
Grace: If I'm an old lady, what does that make you?
Lou: I'm her lover.
Grace: Oh, ho, ho. You wanna know his nickname in the old days? Numb nuts! Men had names like Legs and "Bullets and Cookie. His was Numb nuts!

Atlantic City - Acts of Kindness in Unlikely Places

Sally: Why are you doing this for me?
Lou: Hey, it's nothing, Sinatra gives wings to hospitals. We all do what we can.

Atlantic City - Seeking Knowledge and Understanding

Sally: Teach me stuff.
Lou: Like what?
Sally: What you know.
Lou: You want information or wisdom?
Sally: Both.

Tough Guys - Proposing a New Scheme for Robbery

Harry Doyle: Shall we rob another empty armored car and start a collection?

Tough Guys - Frustration with Ignorance and Stupidity

Harry Doyle: I never met so many stupid people in one day.

The Train - A Bold Expression of Frustration

Paul Labiche: You crazy bastard.

The Train - Efficiency in Urgency: The Locomotive Perspective

Paul Labiche: Well, hurry it up. We're working on a locomotive, not a pocketwatch.

Scorpio - Betrayal and Redemption in a Dangerous Game

Cross: You'll have to look me in the eye when you kill me, Jean.
Scorpio: That won't bother me. Not this time.
Cross: No, you're a one-talent man, Frenchman. You took this contract cause you wanted inside, you wanted my job, and you needed a McLeod to carry your sins for you.
Scorpio: I was finished with you, Cross. I was going home tomorrow... With her. She was my way out.
Cross: I'm sorry about the girl. Truly sorry. But I had no part of her plans. She was a Czech courier, and very good. A lot of hard work went into collecting this. Go ahead, Scorpio. It should be easy. You'd be doing both of us a favor, and there's an outside chance they might let you live. Two for one. There's a room just down the hall from McLeod's office, where grown men play a game. It's a bit like Monopoly, only more people get hurt. There's no good... And no bad. Jesus. The object is not to win, but not to lose, and the only rule is to stay in the game.

Scorpio - A Giant's Last Stand and Belief

Zharkov: You see before you the last of a race of giants.
Zharkov: No, no, no. I mean seriously.
Cross: Seriously?
Zharkov: I still believe. I'm still a communist.
Cross: Communist? For Christ's sakes! After what you've seen? You've seen it turn brutal... inhuman.
Zharkov: No, Cross. I've seen men use it badly.
Cross: What about the trials? The purges?
Zharkov: Trials, purges, they are words you have read somewhere, Cross. My trial was so grotesque, my hours of interrogation so terrible that I was numb. It was a kind of frontal lobotomy without anesthetic. And the labor camps, where men, good communists old fighters, men who believed in the dignity of man above all else, were used as drought animals to pull logs on frozen feet. That this could be the result of all I had committed my life to.
Cross: But, baby, at that moment, didn't you realize what was happening?
Zharkov: At that moment I tried to understand what had happened to me. Most of us there were communists, not Stalinists. That is why we were there. Nothing had happened to make me renounce myself. I was still a communist. Stalin couldn't take it away from me. And now the dull, gray stupidity that sends the tanks into Prague because it has no imagination, it can't take it from me either. I am still a communist.
Cross: You're still an idiot. You still serve that dull, gray stupidity.
Zharkov: And when they pull the wire on me, I'll deliver you to them, Cross.

Scorpio - Love and Memories Amidst Pain

Cross: You still don't have any questions?
Zemetkin: What answers could you have that would make any difference? I love you, Cross.
Cross: And I you, Max. That's why I must tell you there could be pain in this.
Zemetkin: I have been inoculated. You know, Cross, I used to think that the only music I would ever hear, no matter what I was really playing, was the music we played each morning when the others went out to work. Or the music for the selection, when the lucky ones went into the showers. Now I can hear Brahms... And not crying. But one image has never blurred. Cross, you coming through that gate and taking me home.

Scorpio - Timing and Value in Decision Making

Cross: You should have done it in Paris, Jean.
Scorpio: The price wasn't right.
Cross: And now it is?
Scorpio: Yes, now it is.
Cross: I could kill you, Jean.
Scorpio: Take it, then, Cross. It won't come around again.
Cross: Can we talk?
Scorpio: Sure.
Cross: McLeod name my sin?
Scorpio: He said you sold and had more to sell.
Cross: And you believe that?
Scorpio: Is it true? I want to know.
Cross: For your education? No, it isn't true.
Scorpio: Zharkov.
Cross: What about Zharkov?
Scorpio: He is the opposition.
Cross: I've known Zharkov for almost 30 years. As an ally, as an enemy and always as a friend. We're both premature antifascists, as they used to say in Washington. But Zharkov hasn't sold out and neither have I.
Scorpio: Then why does McLeod want you dead?
Cross: Why don't you ask him that?
Scorpio: I'm asking you.
Cross: You're looking for God's shining face, aren't you, Jean? Something to believe in. Like a young girl in a white Communion dress. But you've got the soul of a torturer, so your need is greater.
Scorpio: You lied to me, Cross, and you used me. For that I'm going to kill you.
Cross: I never lied to you, Jean. I used you, but I never lied to you.

Scorpio - Generational Shift in Professional Identity

Zharkov: Have you noticed, Cross, that we are being replaced by young men with bright, stupid faces, a sense of fashion, and a dedication to nothing more than efficiency? Keepers of machines, pushers of buttons, hardware men with highly complex toys, and, except for language, not an iota of difference between the American model and the Soviet model.
Cross: [toasting] Here's to dinosaurs.

Scorpio - Counting the Dead in Conversation

Scorpio: Do you ever count the dead, Cross?
Cross: You're beautiful, Jean, but sometimes you have the bad breath of priests.
Scorpio: Did you see the opposition?
Cross: I saw him.
Scorpio: What's Zharkov doing on the plane?
Cross: How many times you been out with me?
Scorpio: Six, maybe seven.
Cross: You're good, Jean. Better than good. You're smart, you understand. But that still leaves you a contract button man, necessary only because the CIA doesn't hold with doing its own killing.

Scorpio - The Nature of Survival and Freedom

Cross: You should let those cats out once in a while.
Scorpio: Outside they couldn't survive. They were bred for degeneracy. Like a whore.

Scorpio - The Dangers of Knowledge and Power

Cross: One more thing for your education. The more a man tells you, the more dangerous you become to him. And the more dangerous you become, the shorter the options on your future.

Judgment at Nuremberg - Moral Responsibility in Judicial Decisions

Ernst Janning: Judge Haywood... the reason I asked you to come: Those people, those millions of people... I never knew it would come to that. You must believe it, you must believe it!
Judge Dan Haywood: Herr Janning, it "came to that" the first time you sentenced a man to death you knew to be innocent.

Judgment at Nuremberg - Confronting Guilt and Truth in Justice

Ernst Janning: My counsel would have you believe that we were not aware of the extermination of millions. That we were only aware of the extermination of the hundreds. Does that make us any the less guilty? Maybe we didn't know the details. But if we didn't know, it was because we did not want to know.
Emil Hahn: Traitor! Traitor!
Judge Dan Haywood: Order, order! Put that man back in his seat and keep him there!
Ernst Janning: I am going to tell the truth if the whole world conspires against it. I am going to tell them the truth about their Ministry of Justice. Werner Lampe — an old man who cries into his Bible now. An old man who profited from the property expropriation of every man he sent to a concentration camp. Friedrich Hofstetter — the "good German" who knew how to take orders, who sent men before him to be sterilized like so many digits. Emil Hahn — the decayed, corrupt bigot, obsessed by the evil within himself. And Ernst Janning — worse than any of them, because he knew what they were, and he went along with them. Ernst Janning — who made his life...excrement... because he walked with them.

Judgment at Nuremberg - The Weight of Unwanted Company

Ernst Janning: We have fallen on happy times, Herr Hahn. In old times it would have made your day if I'd deigned to say good morning to you. Now that we are here in this place together... you feel obliged to tell me what to do with my life... Listen to me, Herr Hahn, there have been terrible things that have happened to me in my life. But the worst thing that has ever happened... is to find myself in the company of men like you.

Judgment at Nuremberg - The Cost of Silence and Complicity

Ernst Janning: [[Hitler] There was a fever over the land. A fever of disgrace, of indignity, of hunger. We had a democracy, yes, but it was torn by elements within. Above all, there was fear. Fear of today, fear of tomorrow, fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourselves. Only when you understand that - can you understand what ] meant to us. Because he said to us: Lift your heads! Be proud to be German! There are devils among us. Communists, Liberals, Jews, Gypsies! Once these devils will be destroyed, your misery will be destroyed. It was the old, old story of the sacrificial lamb.What about those of us who knew better? We who knew the words were lies, and worse than lies? Why did we sit silent? Why did we take part? Because we loved our country! What difference does it make if a few political extremists lose their rights? What difference does it make if a few racial minorities lose their rights? It is only a passing phase. It is only a stage we are going through. It will be discarded sooner or later. Hitler himself will be discarded... sooner or later. The country is in danger. We will march out of the shadows. We will go forward. Forward is the great password.And history tells how well we succeeded, your honor. We succeeded beyond our wildest dreams. The very elements of hate and power about Hitler that mesmerized Germany, mesmerized the world! We found ourselves with sudden powerful allies. Things that had been denied to us as a democracy were open to us now. The world said go ahead, take it, take it! Take Sudetenland, take the Rhineland — remilitarize it — take all of Austria, take it!And then one day we looked around and found that we were in an even more terrible danger. The ritual began in this courtroom swept over the land like a raging, roaring disease. What was going to be a passing phase had become the way of life.Your honor, I was content to sit silent during this trial. I was content to tend my roses. I was even content to let counsel try to save my name, until I realized that in order to save it, he would have to raise the specter again. You have seen him do it — he has done it here in this courtroom. He has suggested that the Third Reich worked for the benefit of people. He has suggested that we sterilized men for the welfare of the country. He has suggested that perhaps the old Jew did sleep with the 16-year-old girl, after all. Once more it is being done for love of country. It is not easy to tell the truth; but if there is to be any salvation for Germany, we who know our guilt must admit it... whatever the pain and humiliation.

Elmer Gantry - Debate on Prohibition and Drinking

Jim Lefferts: You look like a man who could use a drink.
Elmer Gantry: You know somethin', Jim? There oughta be a law against drinkin'.
Jim Lefferts: There is. Prohibition.
Elmer Gantry: That's against sellin', not drinkin'.

Elmer Gantry - Determination to Overcome Alcohol Addiction

Elmer Gantry: As long as I got a foot, I'll kick booze. And, as long as I got a fist, I'll punch it. And, as long as I got a tooth, I'll bite it. And, when I'm old and gray and toothless and bootless, I'll gum it till I go to heaven and booze goes to hell.

Elmer Gantry - Critique of Urban Moral Decay

Elmer Gantry: I was accosted by three painted women. Your streets are made unsafe by shameless, diseased hussies, rapacious pick-pockets, and insidious opium-smokers.

Elmer Gantry - Confession of Moral Conflict and Temptation

Elmer Gantry: I have here in my pocket - and thank heaven you can't see them - lewd, dirty, obscene, and I'm ashamed to say this: French postcards. They were sold to me in front of your own innocent high school by a man with a black beard... a foreigner.

Elmer Gantry - The Consequences of Sin and Repentance

Elmer Gantry: Sin. Sin, Sin. You're all sinners. You're all doomed to perdition. You're all goin to the painful, stinkin', scaldin', everlastin tortures of a fiery hell, created by God for sinners, unless, unless, unless you repent.

Elmer Gantry - The True Strength of Divine Love

Elmer Gantry: [Pointing to a picture] You think, uh, religion is for suckers and easy marks and molly-coddlers, eh? You think Jesus was some kind of a sissy, hey? Well, let me tell you, Jesus wouldn't be afraid to walk into this joint or any other speakeasy to preach the gospel. Jesus had guts. He wasn't afraid of the whole Roman army. Think that quarterback's hot stuff? Well, let me tell you, Jesus would have made the best little All-American quarterback in the history of football. Jesus was a real fighter - the best little scrapper, pound for pound, you ever saw. And why, gentlemen? Love, gentlemen. Jesus had love in both fists! And what is love? Love is the mornin and the evenin star. It shines on the cradle of the Babe. Hear ye, sinners. Love is the inspiration of poets and philosophers. Love is the voice of music. I'm talkin about divine love - not carnal love.

Sweet Smell of Success - Unseen Gifts and Aspirations in Talent

J.J. Hunsecker: Manny, what exactly are the UNSEEN gifts of this lovely young thing that you manage?
Manny Davis: Well, she sings a little... you know, sings...
Linda James: Manny's faith in me is simply awe-inspiring, Mr. Hunsecker. Actually, I'm still studying, but...
J.J. Hunsecker: What subject?
Linda James: Singing, of course... straight concert and...
J.J. Hunsecker: [glance flicks between Linda and the Senator] Why "of course"? It might, for instance, be politics...
Linda James: Me? I mean "I"? Are you kidding, Mr. Hunsecker? With my Jersey City brains?
J.J. Hunsecker: The brains may be Jersey City, but the clothes are Traina-Norell.

Sweet Smell of Success - Consequences of Public Associations and Scandals

J.J. Hunsecker: Look, Manny, you rode in here on the Senator's shirt tails, so shut your mouth!
Sen. Harvey Walker: Now, come, J.J., that's a little too harsh. Anyone seems fair game for you tonight.
J.J. Hunsecker: This man is not for you, Harvey, and you shouldn't be seen with him in public. Because that's another part of a press agent's life - he digs up scandal among prominent men and shovels it thin among columnists who give him space.
Sen. Harvey Walker: There is some allusion here that escapes me...
J.J. Hunsecker: We're friends, Harvey - we go as far back as when you were a fresh kid Congressman, don't we?
Sen. Harvey Walker: Why does everything you say sound like a threat?
J.J. Hunsecker: [points at Manny Davis; points at Linda James] Maybe it's a mannerism - because I don't threaten friends, Harvey. But why furnish your enemies with ammunition? You're a family man. Someday, with God willing, you may wanna be President. Now here you are, Harvey, out in the open where any hep person knows that this one...'... is toting THAT one... around for you.

Sweet Smell of Success - The Deceptive Nature of Sidney Falco

J.J. Hunsecker: Mr. Falco, let it be said at once, is a man of 40 faces, not one - none too pretty, and all deceptive. You see that grin? That's the, eh, that's the Charming Street Urchin face. It's part of his helpless act: he throws himself upon your mercy. He's got a half-dozen faces for the ladies. But the one I like, the really cute one, is the quick, dependable chap. Nothing he won't do for you in a pinch - so he says. Mr. Falco, whom I did not invite to sit at this table tonight, is a hungry press agent, and fully up to all the tricks of his very slimy trade.
J.J. Hunsecker: Match me, Sidney.
Sidney Falco: Not right this minute, J.J.

Sweet Smell of Success - The Complexity of Integrity in Relationships

J.J. Hunsecker: What's this boy got that Susie likes?
Sidney Falco: Integrity - acute, like indigestion.
J.J. Hunsecker: What does that mean - integrity?
Sidney Falco: [grinning] A pocket fulla firecrackers - looking for a match! It's a new wrinkle, to tell the truth... I never thought I'd make a killing on some guy's "integrity.

Sweet Smell of Success - The Relationship Between Columnists and Publicists

Sidney Falco: Sure, the columnists can't do without us, except our good and great friend J.J. forgets to mention that. You see, we furnish him with items.
J.J. Hunsecker: What, some cheap, gruesome gags?
Sidney Falco: You print em, don't ya?
J.J. Hunsecker: Yes, with your clients names attached. That's the only reason the poor slobs pay you - to see their names in my column all over the world. Now, I make it out, you're doing me a favor?... The day I can't get along without a press agents handouts, I'll close up shop and move to Alaska, lock, stock, and barrel.

Sweet Smell of Success - Critique of Flattery and Deception

J.J. Hunsecker: Sidney, this syrup you're giving out with... you pour over waffles, not J. J. Hunsecker.

Sweet Smell of Success - Unequal Happiness in a Troubled Relationship

J.J. Hunsecker: You sound happy, Sidney. Why should you be happy when I'm not?

Sweet Smell of Success - Sweet Smell of Success - J.J. Hunsecker

J.J. Hunsecker: Don't remove the gangplank, Sidney - you may wanna get back on board.

Sweet Smell of Success - A Dangerous Temptation Disguised as Sweetness

J.J. Hunsecker: I'd hate to take a bite outta you. You're a cookie full of arsenic.

Sweet Smell of Success - Avoiding Overkill in Small Matters

J.J. Hunsecker: Son, I don't relish shooting a mosquito with an elephant gun, so why don't you just shuffle along?

Airport - The Dangers of Sudden Decompression at Altitude

Joe Patroni: The sudden decompression at 30,000 feet is something you gotta see to believe.
Tanya Livingston: He'll get sucked out, won't he?
Joe Patroni: So will anyone sittin next to him. Until that pressure equalizes, everything within 20 feet of him that's not nailed down or strapped in is gonna get sucked right out of that hole.
Bert Weatherby: Is it that powerful, are you sure?
Joe Patroni: Yeah, I'm sure. When I was a mechanic in the Air Force, I was being transferred on a MATS plane. At 20,000 feet, one of the windows shattered. The guy sitting next to it was about 170 pounds. He went through that little space like a hunk of hamburger going down a disposal, and right after him coats, pillows, blankets, cups, saucers. Yeah, I'm sure.
Mel Bakersfeld: Takes about 3 seconds, doesn't it?
Joe Patroni: [Snaps fingers] 3, 4 or 5, depends on the size of the hole. Everything fogs up just like that. And THEN watch out! At that altitude, you can't breathe. So unless they get on oxygen in 45 seconds, it's good-bye!

Airport - Tensions Among Characters in Airport Scene

Capt. Vernon Demerest: Hey, now, that's a good idea, Mel. Using little old ladies for skycaps. You keep that up. You're doing a good job.
Sarah Bakersfeld Demerest: [after Vernon leaves] Mel! For my sake, be patient with him.
Mel Bakersfeld: How you can live with that overage juvenile deliquent, I'll never know.
Sarah Bakersfeld Demerest: There's just the two of us. If I left him, what would I have?
Mel Bakersfeld: Would you have any more if he decided to leave you?
Sarah Bakersfeld Demerest: He won't. The moment a girl gets too serious, he waves his wedding ring like a flag. I'm his disaster insurance.
Mel Bakersfeld: More like group insurance!
Sarah Bakersfeld Demerest: Thanks for caring, Mel. Don't worry. Someday he'll come home for some other reason than to just change his clothes.
Mel Bakersfeld: Well, I hope so.