This might be the end of the world. If Joe lost we were back in slavery and beyond help. It would all be true, the accusations tha...t we were lower types of human beings. Only a little higher than apes. True that we were stupid and ugly and lazy and dirty and, unlucky and worst of all, that God Himself hated us and ordained us to be hewers of wood and drawers of water, forever and ever, world without end.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,... Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Addison DeWitt: Your next move, it seems to me, should be toward television. Miss Caswell: Tell me this. Do they have auditio...ns for television? Addison DeWitt: That's all television is, my dear. Nothing but auditions.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kirsten: So you're the new public relations man. Joe: Yeah.... Kirsten: What happened to Eddie? Joe: Eddie quit. Kirsten: I liked him. Why'd he quit? Joe: Well, a little matter of personal integrity. Eddie didn't feel that getting dates for potentates was part of public relations. Kirsten: But isn't it? Joe: Well, there's a name for it but it's not "public relations."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tony Abbott: I didn't know you played a saxophone. Joe Pendleton: Yeah, well, a lot of people don't know it. Even after they ...see me playing it they don't know it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ratso Rizzo: Joe, do me a favor, huh? This is my place, am I wrong? Joe Buck: No, you ain't wrong.... Ratso Rizzo: You know, in my own place, my name ain't Ratso. I mean, it just so happens that in my own place, my name is Enrico Salvatore Rizzo.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Uncle Joe Grandi: Who are you talking about? Susan Vargas: I'm talking about you, you ridiculous, old- fashioned, jug-eared, ...lop-sided, little Caesar. Uncle Joe Grandi: I didn't get that, seƱora. You'll have to talk slow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Addison writes with the ease of a gentleman. His readers fancy that a wise and accomplished companion is talking to them; so that ...he insinuates his sentiments and taste into their minds by an imperceptible influence. Johnson writes like a teacher. He dictates to his readers as if from an academical chair. They attend with awe and admiration; and his precepts are impressed upon them by his commanding eloquence. Addison's style, like a light wine, pleases everybody from the first. Johnson's, like a liquor of more body, seems too strong at first, but, by degrees, is highly relished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »