Life on Mars
Favorite Life on Mars Quotes
Windy: Book 'em Danno. Do you ever say that? Book 'em Danno.
Sam: I would if I worked with a guy named Danno.
Windy: You should hire one. How cool would that be?
Ray: Look at these clowns. Too molly for their hometowns, so they come here. Thought Nixon ending the war was gonna put an end to this freak show.
Sam: This counterculture, Ray, will one day be looked upon as a time when a politicized youth rebelled against the excesses of the Vietnam war, the excesses of corporate arrogance, and the excesses of racial intolerance.
Shut your bazoo. 1968 called. It wants its dashiki back.
Ray
(after falling off the desk dancing) Who's bad?
Sam
(typing on an old manual typewriter) Stupid analog piece of crap machine.
Sam
Sam: Wait, he's missing eyes, ears and a nose.
Chris: And hands and tongue. You can't see it in that photo.
Sam: Ugh-h-h.
Lee: Word on the street - The Pignatos wanted it known if you cross them you have violated one of their five senses. They retaliate symbolically.
Sam: You're missing the point. Maybe this is the reason why I'm here. To figure out what happened to my family ... and to prevent my father from leaving.
Annie: Are you saying that that filthy kidnapper is your father?
Sam: That's exactly what I'm saying ... Happy Birthday to me.
You know something, Tyler? You're not so special. We all go crazy at some point. Happens to every cop who gives a crap about what he does. That's why we're alcoholics. That's why our women leave us. We're broken toys. What makes us different from those folks in the psych ward ... We keep each other sane. That's what it's about. Any decent precinct house ... We keep each other sane.
Gene
Just for tonight, if you be a hooker, I'll be a tool.
Sam
Sam: I was feeling everything coming down around me (exhales deeply) so I came in here looking for answers but ... I-I ... I don't know what's real anymore.
Annie: In my clinic work, I met a paranoid schizophrenic who had learned to live without his meds and his treatment. And he said whenever he felt the walls really starting to cave in, he would remember his happiest memory, because at least that was real.
Ray: You OK with this, Loot?
Gene: Give him what he needs.
Ray: All right, I'll get the damn bus. I'll get the damn plane ... just in time to fly his cold corpse right to the morgue.
Gene: My thoughts exactly.
I got a pair of pliers and hammer in my desk. I play the handyman. You play the busted radiator.
Ray
