


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


