Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore .
Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
Alright Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.
Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Show me the money.
Made it Ma, I'm … Read more