James Rebhorn movie quotes

View Quote Albert Nimzicki: Two words, Mr. President: "Plausible deniability".

View Quote Albert Nimzicki: [Jumps up after a nuclear missile hits a city-destroyer] Oh, yeah! It's a hit!

View Quote Albert Nimzicki: I'm not Jewish.
Julius Levinson: Nobody's perfect.

View Quote Pam: Jesus, Dad, you ever think of knocking?
Jack: Not in my own den. What are you two doing in here?
Larry: I'd say rounding second base.

View Quote Pam: Whoo! Nice shot, Maverick!
Kevin: Sweet setup, Iceman.
Denny: [sarcastically] Nice one, Nurse.
Larry: Glenn, Glenn, Glenn. You gotta rush the net on defense. Don't be afraid of the ball.
Greg: It's Greg.
Jack: Huddle up, team. Come on. This is unacceptable.
Bob: He's gotta go for the ball.
Jack: Here's what we gotta do.
Bob: Let's go! We're gettin' cold in here.
Larry: We're gettin' creamed. If Florence Nightingale over here would play defense.
Greg: Larry, I missed one shot.
Larry: It was a big shot.
Jack: Larry, keep floatin' where you are. You're doin' great. Denny, take the deep shots. Greg, nobody's expecting much out of you. If I set you up with the ball, can you jump up and spike it?
Denny: No.
Greg: Yeah. I'd have to be pretty high, but yeah.
Jack: I bet you would, Panama Red.

View Quote Bob: Oh, my God! What's that smell?
Jack: That smell, Bob, is our shit. Focker flushed the toilet in the den, so the septic tank is overflowing.
Greg: Jack, I told you. It wasn't me. It was Jinx.
Jack: Focker, I'm not gonna tell you again! Jinx cannot flush the toilet. He's a cat, for chrissakes!
Larry: The animal doesn't even have thumbs, Focker.

View Quote I called an open meeting of this institution this morning because the incident that occurred this Tuesday last describes an issue that concerns all of us. Not an isolated case of vandalism, what happened is a symptom of a sickness in this society. A sickness which runs counter to the principles this school was founded on. A school among whose graduates, two have sat behind the desk in the Oval Office, in the White House. Baird men have run state departments, investment houses. Founded department stores, coached football teams. Our alumni receive their bulletins in ashrams in India and in palaces in Jordan: we are, in fact, known around the world as the cradle of this country's leadership. A beacon to the nations. But today, we are bleeding from disrespect. Blatant disrespect. Disrespect for our values, and disrespect for our standards. A disrespect for the Baird tradition. And, as the custodians of that tradition, we are here today to protect each other from those who threaten it.

View Quote Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.
Frank Slade: But not a snitch!
Trask: Excuse me?
Frank Slade: No, I don't think I will.
Trask: Mr. Slade!
Frank Slade:This is such a crock of shit!
Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade. You are in the Baird School not a barracks. Now Mr. Sims I will give you one final opportunity to speak up.
Frank Slade: Mr. Sims doesn't want it. He doesn't need to labeled, "...still worthy of being a 'Baird Man.'" What the hell is that? What is your motto here? Boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide. Anything short of that we're gonna burn you at the stake? Well, gentlemen. When the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay. Here's Charlie--facing the fire, and there's George--hiding in big Daddy's pocket. And what are you doing? You're gonna reward George, and destroy Charlie.
Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade?
Frank Slade: No. I'm just gettin' warmed up. I don't know who went to this place--William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan, William Tell--whoever. Their spirit is dead; if they ever had one, it's gone. You're building a rat ship here. A vessel for sea-going snitches. And if you think your preparing these "minnows" for manhood, you better think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills! What a sham! What kind of show are you guys puttin' on here today? I mean, the only class in this act is sittin' next to me. And I'm here to tell you, this boy's soul is in tact. It is non-negotiable. You know how I know? Because someone here--I'm not gonna say who--offered to buy it. Only Charlie here wasn't selling.
Mr.Trask: Sir, you are out of order!
Frank Slade: Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is Mr. Trask! I'd show you but I'm too old, I'm too tired, and I'm too ****in' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place. Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talking to!? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say "you are executing his soul!" And why? Because he's not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, **** you too!
Mr. Trask: Stand down Mr. Slade!
Frank Slade: I'm not finished! As I came in here, I heard those words...cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here, it has fallen! Makers of men, creators of leaders, be careful what kind of leaders you're producing here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong; I'm no judge or jury. But I can tell you this; he won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity. That's called courage. Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of. (pause) Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now here's Charlie; he's come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path. It's the right path. It's a path made of principle, that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in your hands, committee! It's a valuable future. Believe me! Don't destroy it...protect it...embrace it. It's gonna make you proud one day...I promise you.

View Quote Mr. Trask: One of the few perks of this office is that I am empowered to handle certain matters as I see fit. Do you understand?
Charlie Simms: Yes, sir.
Mr. Trask: Good. The Dean of Admissions at Harvard and I have an arrangement. Along with the usual sheaf of applicants submitted, of which virtually two-thirds are guaranteed admittance, I add one name. Somebody who's a standout. And yet, underprivileged. A student who cannot afford to pay the board and tuition in Cambridge. Do you know on whose behalf I drafted a memo this year?
Charlie: No, sir.
Mr. Trask: You. You, Mr. Simms. Now, can you tell me who did it?
[Charlie hesitates, visibly conflicted, then shakes his head.]
Charlie: No, sir, I can't.
Mr. Trask: You take the weekend to think about it, Mr. Simms. Good afternoon.

View Quote Jim Feingold: You know, thank God you jumped, because if you didn't, I was supposed to throw you off!

View Quote Nicholas: No, what is this for? What are you... selling?
Jim Feingold: Oh. It's a game.
Nicholas: A game?
Jim Feingold: Specifically tailored for each participant. Think of it as a great vacation. Except you don't go to it, it comes to you.
Nicholas: What... What kind of vacation?
Jim Feingold: It's different every time.
Nicholas: Humor me with specifics.
Jim Feingold: We provide whatever's lacking.
Nicholas: And what if nothing is lacking?
Jim Feingold: May I make two suggestions?
Nicholas: You really think that I'll participate without knowing any...
Jim Feingold: First, admit to yourself that it sounds intriguing. Second, you don't have to decide today. Take the silly test, fill out the stupid forms. One day, your game begins. You either love it or hate it. Decide then. You know we...We are like an experiential book-of-the-month club. You can drop out at any time with no further obligation. That was my sales pitch.

View Quote Nicholas: Lionel Fisher, I love your work.
Jim Feingold: Okay, please. Look, I, uh... I got my kids.
Nicholas: Get rid of them.
Jim Feingold: All right, guys, uh, guys. Snack time. More snacks. Here, go, go, go. That's all. Uh... It was just a job. Nothing personal. You know. I mean, I play my part, improvise a little. I mean, it's what I'm good at...
Nicholas: I need to talk to who's in charge.
Jim Feingold: Nobody knows. I mean nobody gets a big picture... Hey, Tammy, Alex cut it out. Damn it, why do they do that?
Nicholas: Your offices are empty. I need to find out where they are.
Jim Feingold: Look, they own the whole building. They just move from floor to floor.
Nicholas: And you work for them, right? You can get me in.
Jim Feingold: No, I can't.
Nicholas: Oh, yes, you can. You can tell them the police called. You got to speak to someone. You tell them I'm gonna blow the whistle on them.
Jim Feingold: What whistle? There's no **** whistle. This is very dangerous. I don't think that you understand.
Nicholas: Right now I am extremely dangerous.
Jim Feingold: Michael, guys. Come on, we're leaving. [after driving] Well, we're here.
Nicholas: Drive in.
Jim Feingold: What're you gonna do, anyway? You won't get your money back.
Nicholas: I don't care about money. I'm pulling back the curtain. I wanna meet the wizard.

View Quote You know, people always say that you can't choose your parents, but you can't choose your children...

View Quote What a waste of lives and opportunities. [abruptly turning his attention to a street musician] I'd pay that fellow $100 right now to shut up.