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   "A word to the wise ain't necessary --  
          it's the stupid ones that need the advice."
					-Bill Cosby

Friday, October 15, 2004


Movie Quote of the Day

Charley Malloy : Look, kid, I - how much you weigh, son? When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Billy Conn, and that skunk we got you for a manager, he brought you along too fast.

Terry Malloy : 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.

Charley Malloy : Oh I had some bets down for you. You saw some money.

Terry Malloy : You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charley.

--Rod Steiger and Marlon Brando in On The Waterfront 1954

4 Comments:

Blogger Conservative in Virginia said...

These movie quotes and stuff -- is it something in the water out west? I was so surprised to see movies on the front page when I was in L.A. Then someone reminded me that the movie business is to LA what politics is to DC. I guess so, but I still find it hard to believe...

October 15, 2004 5:53 PM  
Blogger Wonderdog said...

VA, so you don't like our movie quotes or what?

October 15, 2004 11:48 PM  
Blogger Conservative in Virginia said...

It just seems odd to find movie stuff and poetry mixed in with things like voter fraud, terrorism, and election coverage. I almost didn't read this blog because it seemed such a jumble. Glad I took the time.

Movies are fine. Some of my best friends watch them. Poetry is probably fine, too, but goes over my head.

Calculus, poetry, and logarithms must converge somewhere just outside my brain. I can no more wrap my mind around most poetry than I can f-stops, decibels, or f(x) = dy/dx.

October 16, 2004 11:17 AM  
Blogger Wonderdog said...

Glad you hung in there with us VA.

We just try to mix it up a bit and lighten things up every now and then. All John Kerry and no play makes Jack a Jenjis boy. I'm not really sure what that means but...

At any rate, I hope you keep coming back. We enjoy your comments and input.

October 16, 2004 11:29 PM  

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