

Ricky: Holding hands with a man makes me terribly uncomfortable.
Jean: It is a sign of friendship in many countries.
Ricky: Yeah, well, not in ours.
I’m a mean old hound dog
Bayin’ at the moon
‘Cause I ain’t got no lady friend hound dog
Here to hear my tune
Uuuh
A man can’t sleep when he sleeps with sheep
(Johnny Mercer et Gene de Paul, Lonesome Polecat)
I assume they have all the usual vices, besides those they’ve invented for themselves.
— And I don’t like your manners
— And I’m not crazy about yours. I didn’t ask to see you. I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners, I don’t like them myself. They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings. I don’t mind your ritzing me and drinking your lunch out of a bottle.
That idea ain’t worth a velvet painting of a whale and a dolphin getting it on.
By the minority community I suppose you’re talking about the hoods
The literary crowd gives me a pain. I quit writing
It still disturbs the hell out of me
That doesn’t disturb you?
Anglais, Irlandais, juifs, Italiens, nègres, blancs, Chinois
(The Odorama system invited viewers to scratch and smell a card according to the number that flashed on the screen)