If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
Where the golden character — there is a happy man.
Instead of talking, he plays. And when he'd better play, he talks.
But when they desire to clothe themselves the Valar take upon them forms some as of male and some as of female; for that difference of temper they had even from their beginning, and it is but bodied forth in the choice of each, not made by the choice, even as with us male and female may be shown by the raiment but is not made thereby.
— Is he indeed? A man without fault?
— That is not possible for anyone. But it has been my study to avoid those weaknesses which expose ridicule.
— Such as vanity, perhaps, and pride?
— Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride... Where there is a superiority of mind, pride will always be under regulation. I have faults, Miss Bennet, but I hope they're not of understanding. My temper I cannot vouch for. It might be called resentful. My good opinion, once
lost, is lost forever.
— That is a failing indeed, but I cannot laugh at it.
— I believe every disposition has a tendency to some evil.
— Your defect is a propensity to hate everyone.
— Yours is wilfully to misunderstand them.
— Tell me, has your sister always been...
— Oh, yes, always.
— Did you know that Mr. Ratchett was of Italian extraction?
— Ah... So that accounts for his hot temper.
— His real name was Cassetti. The name means nothing to you? Do you remember the Armstrong case?
— No, Sir. Oh, yes, yes. The little girl.
— Cassetti was responsible for her murder. How does that strike you?
— I have often thought, Sir, that instead of our employers requiring references from us, we should require references from them.
— That was two years ago, and that guy's an idiot!
— They can't all be idiots. You argue with everybody! You've got one of the worst reputations in this town. Nobody will hire you.
— Are you saying that nobody in New York will work with me?
— Nobody in Hollywood will either. I can't even get you a commercial. You played a tomato, and they went over schedule because you wouldn't sit.
— Yes, it wasn't logical.
— You were a tomato! A tomato doesn't have logic. It can't move!
— So if he can't move, how's he going to sit down? I was a stand-up tomato. A juicy, sexy, beefsteak tomato! Nobody does vegetables like me! I did vegetables off-Broadway! I did the best tomato, the best cucumber! I did an endive salad that knocked the critics on their ass!
I — a man
I say the man
Yes, I am — a man
Yes, I am — a man!