

I assume they have all the usual vices, besides those they’ve invented for themselves.
— What’s an onanist?
— He… Let’s see. He pours his own… tea. […] On a daily basis, he creams his own eclair. He is Romeo and Juliet.
— He likes to create his own… sauce.
Go ahead and scratch;
The Dancin’ Kid: All of a sudden, I don’t like you, mister.
Johnny Guitar: Now that makes me real sad. I always hate to lose a friend.
It’s so boring
Put away your Penguin Freud, Diana
You don’t have the nerve.
You might be getting too big
I’ve got to get out of this town. Go somewhere else. Have a look around. Enjoy myself.
Have a nice trip.
I didn’t have a chance to thank you for what you did back there