“How little—how very little—they all are compared to us. It’s almost frightening.”
“Okay, I’m a nude. I’m a nude on a budget. What’s the first thing I’m going to buy? That’s our starting point.”
“In three days—four at most—we’ll be ready to walk among them. And then the psychic healing will begin in earnest.”
“We should definitely do this more often. But not, I guess, a lot more often.”
“Okay, here he comes. When he walks in the door, Jill, you say ‘Didn’t you get the memo?’ and, Harry, you say, ‘He got the memo. He didn’t read the memo.’ Mr. Twenty Minutes Late is going to remember this one for a long, long time.”
“Yeah, I love kids, I love dogs, and I love nudes. But I can’t get all three in the same 60-second time spot.”
“So Churchill says ‘I have nothing to hide from my President.’ I mean, it’s apocryphal, but it’s a hell of an ice-breaker.”
“What I want from you people is not if and when but here and now. We got where we are by being Dionysian as hell and we’re damned well going to stay that way.”
“The great, grey, scrotum-tightening sea. That’s what I want, people. Give it to me COB Wednesday. And make it sing.”
“We’ve got ‘Morning Nudes,’ ‘Nudes at Nine,’ ‘Hey Nude,’ ‘Barely Regal,’ and ‘Pubes for Rubes,’ which I think is pretty awful.”
