I Can Figure Out Which Spice Girl

I Keep Telling People I'll Make Movies Until I'm Fifty And Then I'll Go And Do Something Else. I'm Going To Be A Professional Gentleman Of Leisure.

Seventy-five Years. That's How Much Time You Get If You're Lucky. Seventy-five Years. Seventy-five Winters, Seventy-five Springtimes, Seventy-five Summers, And Seventy-five Autumns. When You Look At It Like That, It's Not A Lot Of Time, Is It? Don't Waste Them. Get Your Head Out Of The Rat Race And Forget About The Superficial Things That Pre-occupy Your Existence And Get Back To What's Important Now.

From The Very Beginning, I Always Tried To Make Dialogue Flow Comfortably; I Always Did That To Make It Seem More Authentic.

This Is A Regional Fair That Attracts People From The Surrounding Counties And From Further Distances. The Fair Draws People From As Far Away As Albert Lea, Owatonna And The Twin Cities.

White Boys Always Get The Oscar. It's A Known Fact. Did I Ever Get A Nomination? No! You Know Why? Cause I Hadn't Played Any Of Them Slave Roles, And Get My Ass Whipped. That's How You Get The Nomination. A Black Dude Who Plays A Slave That Gets His Ass Whipped Gets The Nomination, A White Guy Who Plays An Idiot Gets The Oscar. That's What I Need, I Need To Play A Retarded Slave, Then I'll Get The Oscar.