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 »
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 »
There is no kind of false Wit which has been so recommended by the Practice of all Ages, as that which consists in a Jingle of Wor...ds, and is comprehended under the general Name of Punning. It is indeed impossible to kill a Weed, which the Soil has a natural Disposition to produce. The seeds of Punning are in the Minds of all Men, and tho' they may be subdued by Reason, Reflection, and good Sense, they will be very apt to shoot up in the greatest Genius, that is not broken and cultivated by the Rules of Art. Imitation is natural to us, and when it does not raise the Mind to Poetry, Painting, Musick, or other more noble Arts, it often breaks out in Punns and Quibbles.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I change, and so do women too; But I reflect--which women seldom do.... Tobacco is a filthy weed, That from the devil doth proceed; That drains your purse, that burns your clothes, That makes a chimney of your nose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »