Owen WilsonQuotes

Chon Wang: You gave me bad directions!

Roy O'Bannon: No, I gave you wrong directions.

Roy O'Bannon: Want your toothpicks back?

Roy O'Bannon: The Shanghai kid. This is terrible!

Chon Wang: I know. I'm not from Shanghai.

Chon Wang: What happened?

Roy O'Bannon: Oh, nothing. I just killed him, how'd you do?

Roy O'Bannon: I don't know karate, but I know kar-azy, and I will use it!

Wallace: I was just winging it!

Roy O'Bannon: What? No! That's not how we wing it! You've lost your "winging it" privileges!

Roy O'Bannon: Come on. We're men, we're not piñatas!

Roy O'Bannon: Now I'm gonna have to get rid of my outlaw name, it just won't work anymore. My real name's Wyatt Earp.

Roy O'Bannon: Here, give me the dynamite.

Roy O'Bannon: No. No. You stay here! You don't get to do it.

Roy O'Bannon: Well, best of luck to you. Guess this is what your people call "sayonara." Looks like Fido's giving you some problems there. You want me to, uh, give you a hand?

Chon Wang: No, I can do it.

Roy O'Bannon: *Sure* you can. H-How is a greenhorn like you gonna make it to Carson City and rescue this princess?

Roy O'Bannon: Stop, stop, stop, stop. I can't take it anymore. Watch me do it.

Roy O'Bannon: You get it like this and you put it up high.

Roy O'Bannon: See, it'll drift back when you're riding.

Roy O'Bannon: All right, I'll do it.

Chon Wang: Do what?

Roy O'Bannon: Take you to Carson City, help you rescue Princess Pee Pee.

Chon Wang: Pei Pei! You do not care about the princess.

Roy O'Bannon: You don't know me very well, do you? Tell you one thing: I hate to think of an innocent member of Chinese nobility suffering, I'll tell you that.

Roy O'Bannon: You people believe in Karma over there, right? Well, I've been thinking... there must be a reason why we keep running into each other. Now I've ridden with some terrible men, just people I couldn't trust, but when I look at you, there's something different about you. And I can see it, I can see it in your eyes. It's what the Indians call... chipichawa.

Chon Wang: What's that?

Roy O'Bannon: Chipichawa is nobility. And you have it, in spades. You got yourself a partner, and this has nothing to do with gold, okay?

Roy O'Bannon: Shake on it.

Chon Wang: Why are you spitting in your hand?

Roy O'Bannon: Well, it's, uh, customary to seal the deal. Come on, let's go.

Roy O'Bannon: No, you-

Roy O'Bannon: This is going to be a long journey.

Chon Wong: He took the gold.

Roy O'Bannon: Is that all you care about, the gold? Shame on you.

Roy O'Bannon: [adjusting Chon's cowboy hat] There, sort of a rakish angle.

Chon Wang: How do I look?

Roy O'Bannon: I think you look great! I think you look like a real cowboy. Very dapper - red bandana.

Roy O'Bannon: Roy O'Bannon.

Chon Wang: [shaking his hands] My name is Chon Wang.

Roy O'Bannon: John Wayne?

Chon Wang: Chon Wang.

Roy O'Bannon: That's a terrible cowboy name!

Chon Wang: Why?

Roy O'Brannon: No, come on. That's not gonna work. That's horrible; that's so bad! And so's the ponytail!

Roy O'Bannon: Ooooh... who's the pretty lady?

Chon Wang: That's my wife!

Roy O'Bannon: How long you been in this country?

Chon Wang: Four days.

Roy O'Bannon: Nice work.

Chon Wang: See! I told you!

Roy O'Bannon: No, you said "wet shirt don't break," not "piss shirt bend bar"!

Chon Wang: I got an idea: why don't I pretend I'm sick, and then you can attack the guard when they come in?

Roy O'Bannon: Oh, you mean the sick prisoner routine? Does that still work in China? Cause here it's sorta been done to death.

Dupree: I'm throwing seven different kinds of smoke!

Carl: What you did in the bathroom last night was disgusting.

Dupree: I know, I'm never eating buffalo wings again.

Dupree: Everyone's asleep and here's lonely old Dupree wailing away on himself.

Molly: You weren't wailing away...

Dupree: An animal wouldn't debase himself such!

Dupree: [''during his job interview''] I'm a people person, very responsible. I absolutely insist on enjoying life. Not so task-oriented. Not a work horse. If you're looking for a Clydesdale, I'm probably not your man. Like I don't live to work, it's more the other way around. I work to live. Incidentally, what's your policy on Columbus Day?

Interviewer: We work.

Dupree: Really? The guy discovered the new world. I'm afraid to even ask about Victory Over Japan Day.

Dupree: The doctor said most of my injuries are emotional.

Dupree: [''after falling on the skateboard''] I've wracked my little Duprees!

Dupree: Carl, Carl! Wait, what are you doing?

Carl: I'm running... trying to gain my wife back!

Dupree: Carl... you have it all wrong. I'm trying to steal your wife. All I am is that loveable fuck-up that everyone can help. You are just the loveable guy that is lucky for having a wife like Molly.

Carl: I got news for you, Dupree. You're not that loveable.

Carl: [[Lance Armstrong] And this whole ] thing...

Dupree: You leave Lance out of this! He's doing more with one testicle than you and I could do with three!

Molly: [[Audrey Hepburn; [w:Funky Cold Medina|Funky Cold Medina] I don't know. I have a hard time imagining ] getting buttered up to "]".

Dupree: Really? I don't.

Carl: [[Roman Holiday; [Fletch] What's with this ] obsession? Your favorite movie is ].

Dupree: It's in my top five, but it's not my favorite.

Dupree: [''riding off on his bike''] I'll be fine.

Toshi: But Mr. Dupree, I don't play baseball. I'm in the orchestra.

Dupree: [[Catfish Hunter] First, call me Dupree. Second, so what if you're in the orchestra? So was ].

Luke Sanderson: We don't have time for baby talk.

Luke Sanderson: What's the deal with the Addams Family mansion?

Isabel: How are you?

Auggie: [shows his grazed elbow] Good. And guess what? I got in a fight.

Isabel: Oh, my God, you're bleeding! Are you okay?

Nate: What happened?

Isabel: Auggie got in a fight.

Nate: [pause] That's terrible, I'm sorry. Did you win?

Isabel: Nate!

Gil: Can I ask you the biggest favor in the world?

Hemingway: What is it?

Helen: It’s always the maid.

Gil: Would you read it?

Hemingway: Your novel?

Gil: Yah, it’s like 400 pages long and I’m just looking for an opinion.

Hemingway: My opinion is that I hate it.

Gil: You haven’t even read it yet.

Hemingway: If it’s bad, I'll hate it because I hate bad writing. If it’s good I’ll be envious and I’ll hate it all the more. You don’t want the opinion of another writer.

Hemingway: You writing?

Gil: A novel.

Hemingway: About what?

Gil: It’s about a um…a man who works in a nostalgia shop.

Hemingway: What the hell is a nostalgia shop?

Gil: Y’know, a place where they sell old things, memorabilia. And, does that sound terrible?

Hemingway: No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.

Hemingway: [about Zelda] She’ll drive you crazy, this woman.

F. Scott Fitzgerald: She’s exciting and she has talent.

Hemingway: This month it’s writing, last month it was something else. You’re a writer, you need time to write, not all this fooling around. She’s wasting you because she’s really a competitor. Don’t you agree?

Gil: Me?

Hemingway: Speak up for chrissake. I am asking, do you think my friend is making a tragic mistake?

Gil: I actually don’t know the Fitzgeralds that well.

Hemingway: You’re a writer. You make observations. You were with them all night.

F. Scott Fizgerald: Can we not discuss my personal life in public?

Hemingway: She’s jealous of his gift and it’s a fine gift, it’s rare. You like his work? You can speak freely.

Gil: Hi, Mr. Hemingway.

Ernest Hemingway: The assignment was to take the hill. There were four of us, five if you counted Vicente, but he had lost his hand when a grenade went off and couldn't fight as could when I first met him. And he was young and brave, and the hill was soggy from days of rain. And it sloped down toward a road and there were many German soldiers on the road. And the idea was to aim for the first group, and if our aim was true we could delay them.

Gil: Were you scared?

Ernest Hemingway: Of what?

Gil: Of getting killed.

Ernest Hemingway: You'll never write well if you fear dying. Do you?

Gil: Yeah, I do. I'd say probably, might be my greatest fear, actually.

Ernest Hemingway: It's something all men before you have done, all men will do.

Gil: I know, I know.

Ernest Hemingway: Have you ever made love to a truly great woman?

Gil: Actually, my fiancé is pretty sexy.

Ernest Hemingway: And when you make love to her you feel true and beautiful passion. And you for at least that moment lose your fear of death.

Gil: No, that doesn't happen.

Ernest Hemingway: I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face, like some rhino hunters I know, or Belmonte, who's truly brave. It is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds, until it returns as it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again. Think about it.

F. Scott Fitzgerald: Greetings and salutations. You’ll forgive me, I’ve been mixing grain and grappa. Now this is a writer, Gil, yes?

Gil: Gil Pender.

F. Scott Fitzgerald: Gil Pender.

Ernest Hemingway: Hemingway.

Gil: Hemingway?

Hemingway: You like my book.

Gil: Liked? I loved, all your work.

Hemingway: Yes, it was a good book because it was an honest book, and that’s what war does to men. And there’s nothing fine and noble about dying in the mud unless you die gracefully, and then it’s not only noble but brave.

Zelda Fitzgerald: Did you read my story? What’d you think?

Hemingway: There was some fine writing in it, but it was unfulfilled.

Zelda Fitzgerald: I might have known you’d hate it.

Gil: This is unbelievable! Look at this! There's no city like this in the world. There never was.

Inez: You act like you've never been here before.

Gil: I don't get here often enough, that's the problem. Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain? Imagine this town in the 20s. Paris in the 20s, in the rain. The artists and writers!

Inez: Why does every city have to be in the rain? What's wonderful about getting wet?

Maury: For Christ’s sake, it’s a casserole, Shiela, it’ll stay!

Mugatu: [interrupting Maury; To the Malaysian Prime Minister; Mugatu throws an “M” shaped throwing star at the Prime Minister of Malaysia] Shut up! Enough already, Ballstein. Who cares about Derek Zoolander anyway? The man has only one look for Christ's sake! Blue Steel, Ferrari, Le Tigre? They're the same face! Doesn't anyone notice this?! I feel like I'm taking crazy pills! I invented the piano key necktie. I invented it! What have you done, Derek? Nothing! YOU'VE DONE NOTHING! NOTHING!! And I will be a monkey's uncle if I let you ruin this for me, because if you can't get the job done then I will. DIE, YOU WAGE HIKING SCUM!

Derek Zoolander: [Rushes in front of the Malaysian Prime Minister, turns away, then turns back, giving a look that glows and causes the audience to gasp] One look? One look?! I don't think so!

Hansel: There it is!

Todd: MAGNUM!

Larry Zoolander: [Watching on TV] Holy moley!

Maury: Yeah, baby! That's what I've been waitin’ for!

Mugatu: [The "Magnum" look causes Mugatu's throwing star to stop and then drop] Dear God...it's beautiful!

Matilda: I became...

Hansel: What?

Matilda: Bulimic.

Zoolander: You can read minds?

Olaf: Cool story, Hansel.

Hansel: Thanks, Olaf.

Eli Cash: I'm not in love with you any more.

Margot: I didn't think you ever were.

Eli Cash: Let's not make this harder than it already is.

Margot: OK.

Eli Cash: OK what?

Margot: OK, I'm not in love with you any more either.

Eli Cash: I know. You're in love with Richie, which is sick and gross.

Margot: Do you send my mother your clippings? And your grades in ---

Eli Cash: Please stop belittling me. You never gave me the time of day until I started getting good reviews.

Margot: The reviews aren't that good.

Eli Cash: But the sales are.

Eli Cash: The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. "Vámonos, amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.

Eli Cash: Wildcat was written in a kind of obsolete vernacular. Wildcat...pkow. Okay, I'm gonna go.

Eli Cash: Well, everyone knows Custer died at Little Bighorn. What this book presupposes is... maybe he didn't?

Eli Cash: [Pause] Why would a review make the point of saying someone's not a genius? You think I'm especially not a genius? You didn't even have to think about it, did you?

Alexander Scott: Oh, my gosh.

Kelly Robinson: Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Carlos: You called, Edna? You are a vision as always. Ah, Hello, Alex.

Alexander Scott: Hi, Carlos. How was Cuba?

Carlos: Es... adequate.

Kelly Robinson: What you doing hanging from the ceiling like that? What you doing?

Alexander Scott: No, don't walk in here.

Kelly Robinson: [''Walks into a infra red security system''] Let me tell you something man, you ain't gonna be telling me what to do all the time. I'm Kelly Robinson, don't talk to me like that. Oh, shit.

Kelly Robinson: He's a bad guy, right?

Alexander Scott: I don't know. People are flip-flopping so much I lost track.

Kelly Robinson: [''After jumping from a building onto a catering tent to escape from bad guys''] Hey! That wasn't so bad!

Alexander Scott: Yeah! Are your legs numb?

Alexander Scott: Is this my stuff?

BNS Equipment Technician: Oh, easy. This is Carlos stuff. This is yours.

Alexander Scott: Where's my monofilament phone descender? And I didn't get one of these exploding pagers. I don't see one of those.

BNS Equipment Technician: You got the micro GPS.

Alexander Scott: Micro?

BNS Equipment Technician: This is your spy-cam.

Alexander Scott: This is Carlos spy-cam, and this is my spy-cam? Look at the size of this thing! Size matters. But in the spy world, it's reversed. You want people to say, "Look how small and sexy and sleek this is." Not "How huge this is! Look at what he pulled out of his pants. It's huge!

Alexander Scott: Did you see that? That was a big explosion.

Kelly Robinson: Damn!

Kelly Robinson: I put this in my eye?

Alexander Scott: I got the camera in my eye.

Kelly Robinson: Hey, what's in that bag.

Alexander Scott: Spy stuff.

Hungarian Cop: [''In Hungarian''] Hands up! What's going on here?

Alexander Scott: [''In Hungurian about Kelly''] The black guy! The black guy mugged me!

Kelly Robinson: [''Being put into handcuffs''; ''Being put into police van''; [w:racial profiling|How come you just arresting the black man?!] I'd like to file a complaint! Wait! Why am I being arrested? Why am I the only one getting arrested? This is bullshit! He kicked me, too! He kicked me in my nuts! Why am I getting arrested if I got kicked in my nuts! ] My nuts was kicked!

Kelly Robinson: [they're running away after a mission gone wrong because of Kelly] You know, I was born semi-pyschic, and I had a bad hunch something was gonna happen in that room.

Alexander Scott: Then, why did you go into the room?

Kelly Robinson: I'm only semi-pyschic! I ain't Miss Cleo!

Alexander Scott: Is this my stuff?

BNS Equipment Technician: Oh, easy. This is Carlos stuff. This is yours.

Alexander Scott: Where's my monofilament phone descender? And I didn't get one of these exploding pagers. I don't see one of those.

BNS Equipment Technician: You got the micro GPS.

Alexander Scott: Micro?

BNS Equipment Technician: This is your spy-cam.

Alexander Scott: This is Carlos spy-cam, and this is my spy-cam? Look at the size of this thing! Size matters. But in the spy world, it's reversed. You want people to say, "Look how small and sexy and sleek this is." Not "How huge this is! Look at what he pulled out of his pants. It's huge!

Kelly Robinson: Kelly Robinson.

Alexander Scott: Are you going to be referring to yourself in the third person, the whole time? Because that can get a little irritating.

Rachel: There's one thing that will always make a man talk.

Alexander Scott: Cutting... my belt?

Kelly Robinson: Hey, what's this? It looks like a sock.

Alexander Scott: It's a secret spy mask, put it on.

Kelly Robinson: [''He puts it on''] Hey man, this is a sock!

Alexander Scott: [''Looking over list''] This is a who's who of the international bad boys club.

Alexander Scott: What you're about to hear is a national secret.

Alexander Scott: [''To Kelly''] That's the type of thing we're gonna be doing on the mission.

Alexander Scott: [''In a sexually aggressive way, Rachel slams Alex against a wall and then down on a cot''; ''Rachel laughs''] Oh! I think you broke my spine. But in a good way.

Alexander Scott: This man is Arnold Gundars, premiere arms dealer. We believe he has the switchblade.

Alexander Scott: [''To Kelly''] It's like you're a double-agent! It's like you're working against me!

Alexander Scott: I'm going to need a couple of jars of jelly on the plane and two parachutes.

Arnie Klein: There's gonna come a time very soon, when her ankles are gonna swell up, she's gonna have blotches all over her face, she'll be 40 pounds overweight, she'll be throwing up all the time, she's gonna look at you and she'll say "You bastard! You did this to me!

John Grogan: What happened to the glow, you know the...

Arnie Klein: There's no glow.

Arnie Klein: Listen, take a vacation. Go away for a couple of weeks. Take a month off.

John Grogan: Go where?

Arnie Klein: I dunno.

John Grogan: I live in a vacation spot.

Arnie Klein: Then go to someplace where it's painful and sad.

Jennifer Grogan: You're part of the plan.

John Grogan: Oh yeah?

Jennifer Grogan: My plan... Step 1: Meet an incredibly sweet, smart, sexy man.

John Grogan: Done. Step 2?

Jennifer Grogan: Marry you instead.

John Grogan: [to Marley] You remember how we were always saying what a pain you are... that you're the world's worst dog? Don't believe it. Don't believe it even for a minute. Cause you know we couldn't find a better dog. You know what made you such a... great dog is you loved us every day, no matter what. That's an amazing thing. You know how much we love you? We love you so much. I love you more than anything. I don't know exactly where we go from here... but I want you to remember you're a great dog, Marley. You're a great dog.

Lisa: I told myself not to scream, but I screamed and he stabbed me.

John Grogan: [checking the wound] It's not that bad, in all the drama, I didn't catch your name.

Lisa: Lisa.

John Grogan: Lisa, it's going to be okay, we're going to sit here with you and wait for the police to get here, it's going to be alright.

Colleen: I made a picture of me and Marley, Mommy wrote what I said Dear Marley I'll never forget you forever and there's kisses and hugs.

John Grogan: That's pretty, why don't you put it there?

Conor: Dear Marley. I love you more than anything in the whole world, I hope you like heaven and have lots of things to chew on, your brother Connor Richard Grogan.

John Grogan: That's a good one.

Jennifer Grogan: Patrick, do you want to say something?

Patrick: No. He knows.

Jennifer Grogan: [takes off her necklace, to John; to Marley] I want to give him something. Your dad gave me this to celebrate the beginning of our family, but our family had already begun. Goodbye, clearance puppy.

John Grogan: A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?

John Grogan: A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.

Dignan: Fact: I learned more in the two months I spent with Mr. Henry and his crew than I learned in 15 years of academic study. Fact: I can guarantee you after Mr. Henry sees us pull this job, he's going to take a personal interest in our future. Fact: Mr. Henry drives a Jaguar...

Future Man: What the fuck are you wearing?

Dignan: It's a jump suit.

Future Man: Clay look at this guy...

Clay: He looks like a rodeo clown...

Future Man: He looks like a little banana. Where are you from anyway, man?

Dignan: I'm from around here.

Future Man: This guy used to mow our lawn.

Clay: No shit.

Future Man: Yeah he was great, clipping the hedges, sweeping up, mowing the lawn. What was the name of your little lawn mowing company?

Dignan: The Lawn Wranglers.

Future Man: (laughing) Let's go. Keep up the mowing, Kimosabe.

Dignan: What are you doing here?!

Workers: We work here.

Dignan: Your hours at lunch now!

Workers: Not always.

Dignan: Yes! Always!

Anthony: She thinks I'm a failure.

Dignan: What? She said you were a failure? What has she ever accomplished with her life that's so great, man? Nothing.

Guy in bathroom: Hey, you're in the Army, yes?

Dignan: No, I just have short hair.

Anthony: So, did you enjoy your first visit to the nut house?

Dignan: Hey, hey, shh, shh, shh. Come on. Be sensitive to the fact that other people are not comfortable talking about emotional disturbances. Um, you know, I am, I'm fine with that, but... other people.

Dignan: Bob Mapplethorpe, potential get-away driver: go!

Bob: Well, I think there's a real air of mystery about me.

Dignan: Don't complicate it. Your number one strength is you have a car you can provide. Sell yourself! Start over. Ready, go!

Bob: Okay, alright. I'm a risk taker! I'm growin an entire crop of marijuana plants in my parents back yard! I think that shows...

Dignan: Wait, you're growing an entire crop of marijuana in your back yard?

Bob: Dignan, look. I'm just not very good at this selling-yourself stuff, okay? So, I'm just gonna tell you the truth. I really wanna be a part of this team. And I'm the only one with a car.

Dignan: That's good. That's good. Cause that hits me right here.

Kumar: Man, I blew it. I blew it, man!

Anthony: Kumar, what were you doing in the freezer?

Kumar: I don't know, man; I lose my touch, man!

Dignan: Did you even have a touch to lose, man?

Bob: Wha - why is there tape on your nose?

Dignan: Exactly!

Dignan: Bob gets the Spirit Award.

Dignan: Shh, wait for my instructions. When we go through the next gate, you'll have thirty seconds to take out the tower guard. Thirty seconds. Have the car running at the northwest checkpoint. Bob and I are gonna scale the barricade, and then we're gonna tunnel through to no-mans-land. And Bob, remember, shield me from the bullets, they won't shoot civilians! Are you ready? Let's go! Let's go! Now! Now! Now! (smiling) Isn't it funny how you used to be in the nut house and now I'm in jail?

Dignan: Son of a bitch! Anthony! Anthony! Bob's gone. He stole his car! He flew the coop while we were sleepin'!

Dignan: Ca-caw! Ca-caw!

Dignan: How does an asshole like Bob get such a great kitchen?

Dignan: Isn't it funny how you used to be in the nut house and now I'm in jail?

Dignan: They'll never catch me... because I'm fucking innocent.

Dignan: Here are just a few of the key ingredients: dynamite, pole vaulting, laughing gas, choppers - can you see how incredible this is going to be? - hang gliding, come on!

Dignan: You, my dear friend, are a fucking fool.

Dignan: On the run from Johnny Law... ain't no trip to Cleveland.

Dignan: Pointless act! You don't give a 500 dollar tip to the housekeeper! That's inappropriate! That's inexcusable! That, I don't forgive! What were you thinking? What were you thinking?

Dignan: We'll get him. We'll get him. Man, don't worry about that, we'll get him. And when we do, we'll blow up his car, do something. I can guarantee you that. What makes me furious is thinking about the look on Bob's fat face, thinking he pulled one over on us. I tell you another thing. If our paths cross again, you're gonna see a side of Dignan that you haven't seen before. A sick, sadistic side, cause I'm furious at Bob.

Dignan: Okay. There, you see the star is me, right there, and I'll be in there. The X is Anthony. Bob, you're the zero out here in the car.

Dignan: What a lemon! One minute it's running like a top, and the next it's broken down on the side of the road. And I can't fix a car like this, because I don't have the tools! And even if I did have the tools I don't know if I could fix a car like this!

Dignan: You know there's nothing to steal from my mom and Craig!

Dignan: What do you think I was doing the whole time you were out there man? I told you Dignan got fired, out on his ass. But you didn't think about that, did you. In the end it's easier to think about yourself than it is to think about Dignan.

Truman: So what's the verdict?

Harry Stamper: They'll do it. They've made a few requests though.

Truman: Such as?

Stamper: [riffles through sheets of paper] Well, there's uh, few things here, uh... nothin really big, uh, just- Well, as an example, uh, uh, Oscar here, he's got some outstanding parking tickets. Wants them wiped off his record.

Oscar: [shouting from balcony] Fifty-six tickets in seven states...

Stamper: [to Oscar] I'll-I'll tell em Oscar, you got it.

Oscar: Okay.

Stamper: [[women; [John F. Kennedy|Kennedy; Truman and the General look at him; tries to read writing; looks up at Bear] Uh, Noonan's got two ] friends that he'd like to see made American citizens, no questions asked. Max would like you to...bring back eight-track tapes. Not sure if that's gonna work, but, uh, let's see what else. Um, Chick wants a full week's Emperor's Package at Caesar's Palace. Um - hey, you guys wouldn't be able to tell us who actually killed ], would ya? Didn't think so. Um, Bear would like to stay at the... "White horse"?

Bear: White. House. White House.

Stamper: [[White House] White House. Yeah, he'd like to stay in the Lincoln bedroom of the ] for the summer. Stuff like that.

Truman: Sure, I think we can, uh, take care of... some of that.

Rockhound: [shouting from balcony] Harry!

Stamper: [motions back at Rockhound; [Taxation in the United States|taxes; Kimsey and Truman stare at Harry, who smirks and shrugs] Yeah, one more thing, um...none of them wanna pay ] again. Ever.

John Beckwith: You better lock it up.