That went fast.
Okay, now what?
O my love; Dewar’s blended Scotch Whiskey!
If I were to get drunk, now is the time.
Still nothing. Let’s move on to something stronger.
Ah! Canadian Whiskey!
Breaking out the Finlandia and getting wasted.
I’m gonna get out of bed every morning… breathe in and out all day long. Then after a while I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out… And then, after a while, I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while… It was a million tiny things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together. And I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of her car, and I knew. It was magic.
—Sleepless in Seattle
But actors don’t scare me — you know what scares me? Bad actors scare me. A good actor is like watching a great musician, but having a bad actor terrifies me, because it means I’ve got to find something to say or something to do. And that’s really frustrating, because you want to be concentrating on everything, and instead you find yourself bogged down with helping someone know their lines or not bump into the furniture, and that’s when you want to strangle them.
—Paul Thomas Anderson