Let’s bring it up to date with some snappy nineteenth century dialogue.
Give me a couple of years, and I’ll make that actress an overnight success.
Modern dancing is old fashioned.
The reason so many people turned up at his funeral is that they wanted to make sure he was dead.
For your information, I would like to ask a question.
Any man who goes to a psychiatrist ought to have his head examined.
Even if they had it in the streets, I wouldn’t go.
Yes, but keep copies.
If people don’t want to go to the picture, nobody can stop them.
Let’s have some new cliches.
The scene is dull. Tell him to put more life into his dying.
A bachelor’s life is no life for a single man.
Don’t worry about the war. It’s all over but the shooting.
Just because I disagree with you doesn’t mean I’m disagreeable...
Good luck is often with the man who doesn’t include it in his plans. The harder I work, the luckier I get.
I don’t pay attention to him. I don’t even ignore him.
This business is dog eat dog and nobody is gonna eat me.
Chaplin is no businessman.
I’m exhausted from not talking.
I’m sick of the old cliches. Bring me some new cliches.
If Roosevelt were alive he’d turn in his grave.