— She's a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity. Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia. Rose Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was seventeen, right?
— That's right.
— If she had lived, she'd be over one hundred by now.
— One hundred and one newxt month.
— Okay, so she's a very old goddamn liar.
— You're yoo young to accept what I would truly give you.
— Well, I am not so young as you are vain.
I think time's running out to do something bizarre.
— You already are the oldest President in history. And some of your staff say you were tired after your most recent encounter with Mr. Mondale… <...> Is there any doubt in your mind that you would be able to function in such circumstances?
— I want you to know that also I will not make age an issue of this campaign. I am not going to exploit, for political purposes, my opponent's youth and inexperience.
— 007... I'm your new Quartermaster.
— You must be joking.
— Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
— Because you still have spots.
— My complexion is hardly relevant.
— Well, your competence is.
The laws are:
1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Let me tell you something, fellas. It doesn't matter what the calendar says, you're as old as you feel. Me, I feel... like... boiled crap.
Often, a woman is treated as a fragile flower, which is destined to wither. A man just years give charm. This is a glaring inequality!