You look up after many years and you find that a film has become a classic because it's meaningful to people and alive, decade after decade.

My analyst warned me, but you were so beautiful I got another analyst.

I'm not a drinker, my body won't tolerate...eh...spirits, really. I had two martinis New Years Eve and I tried to hi-jack an elevator and fly it to Cuba.

Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.

I don't fear death. - I just don't want to be around when it happens.

Is Knowledge knowable? If not, how do we know?

You're so good looking I can barely keep my eyes on the meter.