I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.
-- The Godfather
It wasn't him, Charley, it was you. Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville! You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money. . . You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been someone Charley, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. I'm a bum. It was you, Charley.
-- On the Waterfront
Girl: What're you rebelling against, Johnny? Johnny: Whaddya got?
-- The Wild One
Fucking God!
-- Last Tango in Paris
Hey, Stella!
-- A Streetcar Named Desire
You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill
-- Apocalypse Now Redux
Brian Dauth Queer Buddhist Resister (and Marlon Brando fan)