Ned Beatty

Myerson:

Now I know what the FBI stands for: Fucking Ballbusting Imbeciles.

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Murph:

Goodbye, fair workplace.

Arthur Jensen:

Valhalla, Mr. Beale. Please, sit down.

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Arthur Jensen:	How are you now?
Howard Beale:	I'm as mad as a hatter.
Arthur Jensen:	Who isn't?

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Arthur Jensen:

Good morning, Beale. They tell me you're a madman.

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Arthur Jensen:

I started as a salesman, Mr. Beale. I sold sewing machines and automobile parts, hair brushes, and electronic equipment. They say I can sell anything. I'd like to try to sell something to you.

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Howard Beale:	Why me?
Arthur Jensen:	Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Howard Beale:	I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen:	You just might be right, Mr. Beale.

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Spare parts, super glue, and enough fresh batteries to choke a Hungry- Hungry Hippo.

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Rango:	For as long as we have water, we have a town.
Mayor:	Mr. Rango is right, as long as we have water we have some hope.

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Bobby Trippe:	Weeeeeeeeeee!!! Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Bobby Trippe:	Weeeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeeeeee!

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Uncle Benny:

Shield that 'gator, no regrets later.

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Uncle Benny:

From the onset of puberty, what occupies 90% of our time is sex, right?

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Lester Boyle:	I'll bet the farm that Willis doesn't have AB negative blood.
Otis Tucker:	Now how do you know that?
Lester Boyle:	Cause I've fished with him.

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Lester Boyle:

Break an arm!

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Eddie "The Expert" Pitts:	How do you know for sure he's innocent?
Lester Boyle:	Because I've fished with him.

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Mayor:

Control the water, you control everything.

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Senator Charles F. Meachum:	I am a US Senator
Senator Charles F. Meachum:	I am a United States Senator!
Bob Lee Swagger:	Exactly
Bob Lee Swagger:	Exactly.

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

He can't hurt ya no more.

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

You ain't goin' nowhere!

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

You ain't leavin' Sunnyside!

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Welcome to Sunnyside, folks.

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Who's your kid now, sheriff?

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Lotso:

Well, speak of the devil.

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Lotso:

You're a piece of plastic, you were made to be thrown away.

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Well hello there, I thought I heard new voices. Welcome to Sunnyside, folks.

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Lotso:

Where's your kid now, Sheriff!

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Lotso:

She never loved me!

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Let's show our new folks where they'll be staying.

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Lotso:

Sheriff, the button, help please!

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Well hello there, I'm Lots-o'-Hugging Bear, but please, call me Lotso.

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Big Baby wait!

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Lotso:	She replaced us.
Woody:	No, Lotso. She replaced you!

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Lotso:

She replaced us!

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Mountain Man:	SQUEAL LIKE A PIG!
Mountain Man:	Squeal like a pig!
Bobby Trippe:	*pig noises*
Bobby Trippe:	[squeals like a pig]

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Lotso:

You've got a playdate with destiny!

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:

Stop being such a baby!

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Andy:	so you're bonnie? i'm andy
Andy:	So you're bonnie? I'm andy
Lotso:	WHERE'S YOUR KID NOW SHERIFF?!?!
Lotso:	Where's your kid now, sheriff?
Lotso:	not him, i think this potato needs to learn himself some manners, take him to the box!
Lotso:	Not him, I think this potato needs to learn himself some manners, take him to the box!
Rex:	AT LAST I'M GONNA GET PLAYED WITH!
Rex:	At last I'm gonna get played with!

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Lotso:	She's a Barbie doll, Ken, there's a hundred million just like her!
Lotso:	She's a Barbie doll, Ken. There's a hundred million just like her!
Ken:	...not to me, there is not.
Ken:	Not to me, there's not.

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Arthur Jensen:

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU... WILL... ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. 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. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. 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 man 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. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.

Arthur Jensen:

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU, WILL, ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. 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. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. 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 man 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. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.

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Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear:	Well, you see Sweet Potato, you ain't going no where...
Mrs. Potato Head:	Who you call'n Sweet Potato, I have over 30 accessories, and I demand respect!

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Lotso:

Where's your kid now, Sheriff?

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