Finding Forrester

Forrester:
Bolt the door, if you're coming in.

Jamal:
Women will sleep with you if you write a book?

Forrester:
Women will sleep with you if you write a bad book.

Forrester:
What you write in this apartment stays in this apartment.

Forrester:
The key to a woman's heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time.

Forrester:
You're the man now, dog!

Jamal:
I came back to see, if you could help me out with my writing.

Forrester:
Here's one: 5,000 words on why you'll stay the f*** out of my home.

Forrester:
In some cultures it's good luck to be wearing something inside-out.

Jamal:
And you believe that?

Forrester:
No, but it's like praying: what do you risk?

Jamal:
Don't forget to write.

Forrester:
No thinking - that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is... to write, not to think!

Jamal:
"The rest of those who have gone before us cannot steady the unrest of those to follow." You wrote that in your book.

Forrester:
Let me ask you a question... those two foul shots at the end of the game... did you miss them, or did you *miss* them?

Jamal:
That's not exactly a soup question, now is it?

Forrester:
My name's William Forrester.

Forrester:
I'm that one up there.

Jamal:
I'll take poor assumptions for $800, Alex.

Jamal:
Man, f*** you William. You wanna know what the real bullshit is? How about you let me take it on this one cause you're too damn scared to walk out that door and do something for somebody else. You're too damn scared, man! That's the only damn reason.

Forrester:
You don't know sh*t about reason; reasons why some of us live and why some of us don't! Well, fortunately for you you have decades to figure that out.

Jamal:
Yeah, and what's the reason in having a file cabinet full of writing and keeping the sh*t locked so nobody can read it? What is that man? I'm through with this sh*t.

Forrester:
I have an homeland that I have not seen for too long.

Jamal:
O, you mean Ireland?

Forrester:
Scotland, for God's sakes!

Jamal:
I am messing with you, man!

jamal:
eat my ass dawg, aint nobody gotta know man

Punch the keys, for gods sake!!