Judge me by my size, do you?
You talkin’ to me?
“Do I feel lucky?” Well, do ya, punk?
Are you Sarah Connor?
She’s a replicant, isn’t she?”
Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?
Rhett, Rhett … Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
You know my name but who are you? Just another American who saw too many movies as a child? Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he’s John Wayne? Rambo? Marshal Dillon?