Film Quotes by Dean Stockwell

James Tyrone: [Edmund has just recited a piece of poetry] You recite it well... Who wrote it?
Edmund Tyrone: Baudelaire.
James Tyrone: [Dismissively] Never heard of him. Where you get your taste in authors...
James Tyrone: [Motioning to Edmund's bookshelves] This damned library of yours: Voltaire and Rousseau and Schopenhauer. And Ibsen... Atheists, fools and madmen! And your poet, this... "Baudelaire." And Swinburne, and Oscar Wilde. Whitman and Poe... Whoremongers and degenerates! When I've got three good sets of Shakespeare there you can read...
Edmund Tyrone: They say he was a souse, too.
James Tyrone: They lie. I don't doubt he liked his glass - it's a good man's failing - but he knew how to drink that it didn't poison his mind with morbidness and filth. Don't compare him with the pack you've got here. Your dirty Zola. And your...
James Tyrone: [Picking up one of Edmund's books and dismissively flipping through the pages] ... Dante Gabriel Rossetti, who was a dope fiend, a... hmm.
Edmund Tyrone: [Bemused at his father's sudden discomfort] Perhaps it would be wise to change the subject.

Dave: It's all just one big plastic hassle.

Dave: Reality is a deadly place. I hope this trip is a good one.

Judd Steiner: Not tomorrow afternoon.
Arthur Straus: Oh, you got another date?
[in disbelief]
Arthur Straus: Are you ditching me for some girl?
Judd Steiner: I haven't been able to find you for three days.

Tommy Green: Don't you ever think of what to write yourself?

Arthur Straus: When we made the deal, you said you could take orders. You said you wanted me to command you.
Judd Steiner: I do - as long as you keep your part of the agreement.

[last lines]
Chorus: [singing] Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.
Chorus, Donald Martin: [singing] Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day.
Chorus: [singing] Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam. / Until we meet once more, here's wishing you a happy voyage home. / Anchors Aweigh.

Phil Green: Some people hate Catholics, some people hate Jews.
Tommy Green: And no one hates us because we're Americans.

Phil Green: You still think of your mom, Tommy?
Tommy Green: Sometimes. Not all the time. Just sometimes. How old was I when she died, Pop?
Phil Green: You were four years old. It's been a long time.
Tommy Green: You ever gonna get married again?
Phil Green: Maybe. You want me to?
Tommy Green: I don't care. I like it fine this way.

Tommy Green: Grandma said to wake you.
Phil Green: It's late, isn't it?
Tommy Green: Yeah. Here's your bathrobe.
Phil Green: I don't want it.
Tommy Green: Put it on, I said!