Living It Up

Homer Flagg:
I wish I could go to New York with yuh.

Isaiah Jackson:
Now, Homer, you're gonna be fillin' my shoes, stationmaster of Desert Hole!

Homer Flagg:
[dejectedly] Yeah.

Isaiah Jackson:
[optimistically] In exactly 52 years you'll be getting your pension. Then you'll be on your way to wine, women, and song.

Homer Flagg:
In 52 years who'll be able to sing?

Oliver Stone:
What if this kid doesn't die in three weeks? What if he just keeps on living?

Wally Cook:
Why, I wouldn't let him do a thing like that to you, Oliver! [Oliver does a reactive take]

Wally Cook:
[to Oliver Stone] And there's always politics, Oliver. Think what it means to be a senator! Your mail goes for free.

Oliver Stone:
Waiter! Bottle of ginger ale for Mr. Flagg!

Waiter:
[disappointed that it's not champagne] Bottle of ginger ale for Mr. Flagg.

Oliver Stone:
Domestic!

Homer Flagg:
[to Dr. Harris as he sees a skeleton in his office closet] You probably thought nothing was wrong with him either!

Homer Flagg:
[running excitedly around his expensive hotel suite] Another bathroom! So shiny, so clean you gotta wash up before you go in there!

Dr. Steve Harris:
[flirtatiously on board a plane] Now you tell me where you live, and i'll pick you up.

Wally Cook:
My dear doctor, I live on the front page of the Morning Chronicle.

Dr. Steve Harris:
On the what?

Wally Cook:
[Louder] On the front page of the Morning Chronicle, and you can pick me up for seven cents! Now climb back in your horse and buggy and try your bedside manner on someone else!

Dr. Steve Harris:
[Hearing the screech of the wheels touching down on the runway] What was that?

Wally Cook:
We just came down to Earth!

Wally Cook:
[to Homer] They'll boil you in oil in Macy's window after they marinate you for a week in Gimbel's.

Wally Cook:
Oh, come on, Oliver, where's your sense of humor?

Oliver Stone:
[after she laughs] You were going to marry him. He would have done to you what he did to the paper. [she stops laughing]

Wally Cook:
[angrily] Why that two-timing little fraud!

Oliver Stone:
Where's YOUR sense of humor?

Oliver Stone:
...in a couple of hours the whole city of New York is going to be banging at the door howling for your blood!

Homer Flagg:
Why, I ain't got enough for everybody!

Homer Flagg:
Oh, I'm feelin' much better this morning. I heard a bird sing.

Dr. Steve Harris:
Yeah, I heard the same bird sing, Homer, - SING SING!

Homer Flagg:
Wha - ho - unh! The fever's coming back!

Oliver Stone:
[to Wally] I am sitting here, Miss Cook, toying with the idea of removing tour heart and stuffing it like an olive.