Paul GiamattiQuotes

Ben Bernanke: It was the right thing.

Hank Paulson: Absolutely.

Ben Bernanke: I was prepared for more blowback.

Hank Paulson: They didn't have a choice. They knew that.

Ben Bernanke: I certainly hope that they...

Hank Paulson: What?

Ben Bernanke: I hope they use the money the way we're asking them to. They will lend it out, won't they?

Hank Paulson: Of course they will... of course they will.

Hank Paulson: The only way to get them to agree to this is to scare them shitless.

Ben Bernanke: That shouldn't be too hard. I'm scared shitless myself.

Chinese Official: [[w:Fannie Mae|Fannie; [w:Freddie Mac|Freddie] Hank, I must ask you about ] and ]. We have hundreds of billions invested. You've assured us the investment is safe.

Hank Paulson: And it is, absolutely.

Chinese Official: We're watching a great deal of our money disappear. Share prices have dropped 60% in the last two months. Carrying your bazooka around has not helped matters. Congress gave you the power. Perhaps it is time to use it.

Hank Paulson: The market will stabilize. We just have to give it some time.

Chinese Official: There was an approach last month from Russia. They have considerable holdings in Fannie and Freddie as well. They suggested we coordinate and, without warning, dump hundreds of billions of Fannie and Freddie's bonds onto the market.

Henry Paulson: [flabbergasted] That would be...

Chinese Official: Chaos. The amount of debt your country carries is a terrible vulnerability.

Henry Paulson: But you...

Chinese Official: [smiles] We declined. Respectfully. Even in the U.S., it seems the relationship between the government and private industry isn't so simple.

Ben Bernanke: Was it a threat?

Hank Paulson: No, no, a friendly reminder... that with one phone call to Moscow they could take down the entire U.S. economy.

Ben Bernanke: Lehman's down another 10%.

Henry Paulson: You are not gonna let me get down a single bite, are you?

Ben Bernanke: This is why I have oatmeal.

Ben Bernanke: I don't really understand why there needs to be so much tension about this. The country is facing the worst economy since the Great Depression. If the financial system collapses, it will take every one of you down.

Ben Bernanke: [[Great Depression] I spent my entire academic career studying the ]. The depression may have started because of a stock market crash, but what hit the general economy was a disruption of credit. Average citizens unable to borrow money, to do anything. To buy a home, start a business, stock their shelves. Credit has the ability to build a modern economy, but lack of credit has the ability to destroy it, swiftly and absolutely. If we do not act, boldly and immediately, we will replay the depression of the 1930s, only this time it will be... far, far worse. We don't do this now, we won't have an economy on Monday.

Dennis Dupree: [after Stacee's concert] Paul, you told me this was a freebie.

Paul Gill: Stacee Jaxx does not take a dump for free.

Marty Wolf: Hey, where do you think you're going? YOU CANNOT TURN YOUR BACKS ON ME! I'M MARTY WOLF!! All right, fine! FINE! YOU'RE ALL FIRED!!!

Marty Wolf: Big Fat Liar. B.F.L. "Biffle", as it’s come to be known.

Marty Wolf: Kid, if you do this, I'll tell them you wrote Big Fat Liar, Erin Brockovich, and Saving Private Ryan too.

Marty Wolf: It's showtime.

Marty Wolf: Let's punch a hole in the sky, Grandpa, Go, GO, GOOOOH!!! Let's get a tail wind behind this bird, old-timer.

Marty Wolf: I'm gonna GET YOU, SHEPHERD!!!

Marty Wolf: [After seeing in his mirror, his whole body is blue; screams in horror] OH, MY GO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OD!!!!!!!!

Marty Wolf: [Picking up his stuffed monkey while dancing to "[[w:Hungry Like the Wolf|Hungry Like the Wolf; [w:Duran Duran|Duran Duran] ]" by ].] Let's dance, Funnybones!

Marty Wolf: You can take your personal day in a year or two when you're DEAD, you DINOSAUR!!

Marty Wolf: [[Hollywood] Grow up, Shepherd! This is ], baby. It's a dog-eat-dog town. Worse. We got cats eatin cats. We got fish munchin fish. We play by our own rules.

Marty Wolf: You can take it from me, the truth, it's overrated.

Kenny: You goddamn motherfuckers. You fucking waltz in here, and you think you know everything, don't you? Well, I fucking worked my fucking ass off to get to New York City, and you sure as fuck are not gonna fucking blow it for me!

Howard: I was just doing character...

Kenny: Barry, Jerry, clarify the situation for him, please.

Barry: Page 108, paragraph 3: "No jokes dealing with flatulence, excretion, urination, ejaculation, or other bodily functions.

Jerry: Also note paragraph 2: "No use of the so-called seven dirty words. These are cocksucker, motherfucker, fuck, shit, cunt, cock, and pussy.

Kenny: Now, from now on, all your little bits are gonna be under 2 minutes in duration, and all scripts...and I do mean all scripts...require my personal approval. Welcome to NBC, Howard.

Imus: You are interrupting me.

Kenny: I have, uh, Howard Stern outside.

Imus: You have who outside?

Kenny: The young man from Washington that we...

Imus: You have Howard Stern outside my fucking office? How did Howard Stern get outside my fucking office?

Kenny: I brought him down...

Imus: Well, I'm not gonna meet that stupid fuck. He's nothing.

Imus: [to Howard] Fuck off!

Howard: I gotta tell you something, Kenny. I always saw myself sort of something different than lmus. That's why you hired me.

Kenny: You are original. You are original, but... You say a lot of offensive things, and occasionally you are real funny, but you've got to learn to do what Imus does. See, he doesn't actually say the bad thing himself. He says it through a character.

Howard: Yeah, well, I don't do character...

Kenny: How about you go on the air 3 A.M. This morning, show us some characters. OK? Good.

Kenny: Uh, Mr. Erlick, if I may? Put me in charge of the Stern show. Let me ride herd on him, and I'll mold that son of a bitch into another Don Imus. When I'm through whipping him, that boy will be asking permission to wipe his ass.

Vin: You want to tame him?

Kenny: Well, either I'll tame him, or I'll make him so crazy...he'll quit. So either way, we win.

Miles: I feel like a thumbprint on the skyscraper of life.

Miles: [Describing his passion for Pinot Noir] It's uh, it's thin-skinned, temperamental, ripens early. It's, you know, it's not a survivor like Cabernet, which can just grow anywhere and uh, thrive even when it's neglected. No, Pinot needs constant care and attention. You know? And in fact it can only grow in these really specific, little, tucked away corners of the world. And, and only the most patient and nurturing of growers can do it, really. Only somebody who really takes the time to understand Pinot's potential can then coax it into its fullest expression. Then, I mean, oh its flavors, they're just the most haunting and brilliant and thrilling and subtle and... ancient on the planet.

Miles: It tastes like the back of a fucking L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bullshit.

Miles: If anyone orders Merlot I am leaving. I am not drinking fucking Merlot!

Limbo: [in tie-in Pepsi commercial] Humans! Ha! You don't know your right from your left. An inferior species of primates. You don't even know what tastes good!

Limbo: The young ones make wonderful pets! But be sure you get rid of it by puberty. The one thing you don't want in your house is a human teenager.

Limbo: How many times do I have to tell you? Wear your gloves when you handle humans!

Limbo: All right, get em out and get em clean! Chop chop!

John: I used to be married, but not anymore.

Sadie: [sympathetically; [Jesus] Is your wife with ] now?

John: Actually, the guy's name was pronounced "Hey-soos". He was the gardner, and one day I caught him spreading some fertilizer around the bedroom, if you know what I mean.

Malcolm Turner: I've seen a lot of scary shit in my days... but damn, that was a lot of ass!

John: [while icing his balls] I think I need a splint or something.

Jerry Heller: Why the fuck can you even say something like that? What the fuck is going on with you, man? I know what's good for you, I know what's good for Ruthless, and we have worked up a trust after years of hard work and that trust is our foundation, Eric. I don't give a shit.

Jerry Heller: [''to the policemen''] You can't come down here and harass these guys because they're black! people have rights!

Jerry Heller: Let me tell you what I see here: a lot of raw talent. Swagger. Bravado. People are scared of you guys. They think you're dangerous, but the world needs to hear it.

Cleveland Heep: [[Angels|Angel] I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Oh, I should have been there, I am always going to regret — just not being there. I miss your faces — how they remind me of God. I'm so lost without you guys. I met this very nice lady, and her name is Story. I think you would have liked her. I think she might be... an ], because she has to go home. I love you all, I love you all so much.

Cleveland Heep: They told her that the world will line up and reveal we are on the right path. Why isn't this working?

Cleveland Heep: Here's the good stuff. There are humans with powers that can help her. These people have been unconsciously drawn to live by the Vessel. These humans don't know who they are.

Cleveland Heep: * To Story

Cleveland Heep: I think you're someone very important to everyone.

Inspector Uhl: As a boy, I'm told, he had a chance encounter with a travelling magician. One version of the story was that the man himself vanished... along with the tree. People began to think he had some sort of special power... or at least that he was a bit different. And then he met her.

Dr. Lawrence Hayes: [looking directly into the zooming camera] The earthquake that they felt was from movement along the fault line in the Central Valley; their end of the fault line has not moved yet. More importantly, people need to know that the shaking is not over, and it's not aftershocks I'm talking about. San Francisco is going to get hit again, and it's going to be a bigger monster this time - our models are predicting a 9.5 or greater. It will be so big, that even though it's happening here in California, you will feel it on the East Coast. Now I cannot emphasize this enough to the people of San Francisco: You need to get out. And I mean now. And if you can't, you need to find any means possible to drop, cover, and hold on. Because your life is gonna depend on it. God be with you.

Hertz: Tell me where the woman and the child are. (grabs Smith's ring finger) Tell me, or I will be forced to cause you...considerable agony.

Smith: Believe me... nothing could be more agonizing than to listen to you jabberin on and on.

Hammerson: Do you know why Americans love guns? And it's got nothing to do with all that phallic mumbo-jumbo, "cocking your gun." No, Hertz, people love guns because America is a land of opportunity where a poor man can become rich and a pussy can become a tough guy, if he's got a gun in his hand. Now, I'm hoping you're not just a pussy with a gun in your hand.

Hertz: Oh no, sir, no I am not. No, I'm a tough guy with a pussy in my hand.

Hertz: Do you know why a gun is better than a wife?

Man Who Rides Shotgun: Dunno.

Hertz: Well, you can put a silencer on a gun.

Tom Duffy: Get out, now. Or otherwise...

Stephen Meyers: Otherwise, I'll end up like you?

Tom Duffy: Yeah, you end up being a jaded, cynical asshole, just like me.

Tom Duffy: All the reporters love you. Even the reporters that hate you still love you.

Ralph: It's been a real pleasure driving you, Mrs. Travers.

P.L. Travers: No one likes a fibber.

Ralph: Oh, no, no. I really have enjoyed it. I didn't know who you were at first. And then, guess what?

P.L. Travers: You found out?

Ralph: Well, I was telling my daughter all about my day and how I'm driving this nice writer lady, Mrs. Travers, for Mr. Disney, and, uh...

P.L. Travers: And?

Ralph: [fetches a copy of Mary Poppins from the car] And... ...she made me go to her bedroom and bring her this. I can't stop reading it, you know. I'm very slow, mind you, so...

P.L. Travers: Would you like me to sign it?

Ralph: Would you?

P.L. Travers: [taking the book; writing] I'd be honored. Let me see, now. "To Jane, and her dearest father..." I've just this moment realized I don't know your name.

Ralph: Ralph.

P.L. Travers: [finishes signing] Pamela. You're the only American I've ever liked, Ralph.

Ralph: Oh...Well, may I ask why?

P.L. Travers: [hands him back the book; hands him a sheet of paper] No. Now, take this.

Ralph: [reading] Albert Einstein, van Gogh, Roosevelt, Frida Kaylo-

P.L. Travers: Kahlo.

Ralph: Kahlo? What is this?

P.L. Travers: [Ralph smiles and nods and she starts to walk away] They all had difficulties. Jane can do anything that anyone else can do. Do you understand? Oh, I almost forgot. Turn it around.

Ralph: Walt Disney.

P.L. Travers: Hyperactive behavior and deficiencies in concentration. It explains everything.

Ralph: Thank you, Mrs. Travers.

Ralph: I got a kid.

P.L. Travers: Most people do.

Ralph: Jane. Yeah. Yeah. What a terrific kid. Beautiful little girl. She's got a lot of problems, though. She's handicapped, you know? She's in a wheelchair. See, and that's why I concern myself with the weather so much. Sunny day, she can sit outside in the garden. Rainy day, I gotta leave her cooped up inside. I worry about the future, but you can't do that. Only today.

P.L. Travers: Mmm.

Ralph: Hey, sun came out again.

P.L. Travers: You say it as if you're surprised. As if the sun were particular about for whom it appears. It seems that you think that I am responsible for its miraculous dawning every day. For heaven's sake, it's California.

Ralph: Certainly is.

P.L. Travers: I'd so much rather be accountable for the rain.

Ralph: Oh, that's sad.

P.L. Travers: Sad is entirely the wrong emotion. I shan't bother explaining why. It would just... zip!

Ralph: Okey dokey.

P.L. Travers: The rain brings life.

Ralph: So does the sun.

P.L. Travers: [looks at Ralph] Be quiet.

Ralph: Yes, ma'am.

Angus Tully: What the fuck just happened? I thought Barton men don't lie. Don't get me wrong, that was fun but you just lied through your teeth.

Paul Hunham: What I say during a private conversation is none of your goddamn business. You are not to judge me.

Angus Tully: It wasn't a private conversation. The wife and I were there. And I helped you. Why did he ask if you landed on your feet?

Paul Hunham: What is this, Nuremberg? Jesus.

Angus Tully: You're the hard-ass constantly telling everybody not to lie and going on and on about the honor code.

Paul Hunham: There was an incident when I was at Harvard with my roommate.

Angus Tully: And?

Paul Hunham: He accused me of copying from his senior thesis. Plagiarizing. Ah.

Angus Tully: Well, did you?

Paul Hunham: No, he stole from me. But that blue-blooded prick's family had allies on the faculty. I mean, their last name is on a library, for Christ's sake. So he accused me in order to sanitize his treachery and, uh, they threw me out.

Angus Tully: Wait, so you got kicked out of Harvard for cheating?

Paul Hunham: No, I got kicked out of Harvard for hitting him.

Angus Tully: You hit him? What, like punched him out?

Paul Hunham: No, I hit him with a car. Ah.

Angus Tully: You got kicked out of Harvard for hitting a guy with a car?

Paul Hunham: By accident.

Angus Tully: He used to be fine. He was better than fine. He was great. He was my dad. Then about four years ago, he... started acting strange. Erratic, forgetful, saying all this weird shit. My mom took him to a bunch of doctors, and they put him on medication. But that just made it worse. He got more confused. Then he got angry. And then he got... physical. That was it. That was the last straw. They put him away. And she divorced him... without him even realizing it. That's why she wants a whole new life. And it's easy to just stash me away in boarding school. Like half of us are just stashed away there. And I get it. She never has to look at me. Because maybe when she looks at me, she... she sees him. Maybe she's right. I can't keep it together. I lie. I steal. I piss people off. I don't have any friends, real friends. I'll probably get kicked out of Barton too. And when I do, it'll be my own fault. Get sent to Fork Union and maybe to youknowwhere. And nobody will care. The funny thing is... I wanted to see him so bad this whole time. But I also didn't, you know? Because I'm afraid that's what's going to happen to me one day.

Paul Hunham: You're not your father.

Angus Tully: How do you know?

Paul Hunham: Because no one is his own father. I'm not my dad. No matter how hard he tried to beat that idea into me. I find the world a bitter and complicated place, and it seems to feel the same way about me. I think you and I have this in common. But don't get me wrong, you have your challenges. You're erratic and belligerant and gigantic pain in the balls, but you're not your father. You're your own man. Man, no. You're just a kid. You're just beginning. And you're smart. You've got time to turn things around. Yes, I know that Greeks had the idea that the steps you take to avoid your fate are the very steps that lead you to it, but that's just a literary conceit. In real life, your history does not have to dictate your destiny.

Paul Hunham: Fresh air would do you good.

Angus Tully: It's like 15 degrees outside.

Paul Hunham: And the Romans bathed naked in the freezing Tiber. Adversity builds character, Mr. Tully.

Angus Tully: [in regards to Miss Crane] Ouch. You two have chemistry.

Paul Hunham: Okay. That's the Percodan talking.

Angus Tully: I don't know, seeing her like this, I think she's pretty attractive.

Paul Hunham: Listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.

Teddy Kountze: Sir, I don't understand.

Paul Hunham: That's glaringly apparent.

Teddy Kountze: I can't fail this class.

Paul Hunham: Oh, don't sell yourself short, Mr. Kountze, I truly believe that you can.

Paul Hunham: Do you think I want to be babysitting you? Oh, no, no, I was praying to the god I don't even believe in that your mother would pick up the phone or your father would arrive in a helicopter or a submarine or a flying fucking saucer to take you...

Angus Tully: My father's dead!

Paul Hunham: You just earned yourself a detention, sir, now, get back here!

Angus Tully: Being here with you is already one big fucking detention!

Paul Hunham: Son of a bitch! That's another detention!

Paul Hunham: Hmm. Hey, what's that?

Waitress: That's our signature dessert. Cherries jubilee.

Paul Hunham: Mmm. That sounds great. Bring the young vandal here cherries jubilee.

Waitress: I'm afraid I can't. The dish contains brandy. Same deal with the bananas Foster.

Mary Lamb: Yeah, but doesn't the alcohol just burn off?

Waitress: It's still against the rules, ma'am.

Paul Hunham: Fine. I'll order the cherries jubilee. We can share it.

Waitress: Mm. I can't allow that, either.

Paul Hunham: Can we say it's his birthday?

Angus Tully: It's my birthday.

Waitress: Well, happy birthday, young man. Let's get you a slice of cake or some other age appropriate dessert.

Paul Hunham: Christ on a crutch. What kind of a fascist hash foundry are you running here?

Paul Hunham: Believe it or not, Mr. Tully, there was a time when the fire in my loins burned white hot.

Angus Tully: You're full of shit.

Paul Hunham: No, the details would curl your toes.

Paul Hunham: I guess I thought I could make a difference. I mean, I used to think I could prepare them for the world even a little. Provide standards and grounding like Dr. Greene always drilled into us. But, uh, the world doesn't make sense anymore. I mean, it's on fire. The rich don't give a shit. Poor kids are cannon fodder. Integrity is a punch line. Trust is just a name on a bank.

Miss Lydia Crane: Well... look, if that's all true, then now is when they most need someone like you.

Paul Hunham: [remembering Mary's son] He was a great kid. I had him one semester. Very insightful.

Mary Lamb: Mm-hmm. He hated you. He said you were a real asshole.

Paul Hunham: Well, uh, like I said... sharp kid, insightful.

Paul Hunham: You know, Mr. Kountze, for most people, life is like a henhouse ladder: shitty and short. You were born lucky. Maybe someday, you entitled little degenerates will appreciate that. If you don't, I feel sorry for you and we will have failed to do our jobs.

Paul Hunham: Hardy, I have known you since you were a boy, so I think I have the requisite experience and insight to aver that you are and always have been penis cancer in human form.

Paul Hunham: There's nothing new in human experience, Mr. Tully. Each generation thinks it invented debauchery or suffering or rebellion, but man's every impulse and appetite from the disgusting to the sublime is on display right here all around you. So, before you dismiss something as boring or irrelevant, remember, if you truly want to understand the present or yourself, you must begin in the past. You see, history is not simply the study of the past. It is an explanation of the present.

Phil: Your password is baloney1?

Chow: Well, it used to be just baloney, but now they make you add numbers.

Kingsley: Really fuckin annoying.