Movies:
About Schmidt

Jack Nicholson: "I can't let this happen! I will not allow it! I mean, look at these people!"

Jack Nicholson: "I know we're all pretty small in the big scheme of things, and I suppose the most you can hope for is to make some kind of difference. But, what kind of difference have I made? What in the world is better because of me?"

Jack Nicholson: "The other night I had a dream, and it was very real. There was a... Well, it wasn't really a space ship. It was more like a blimp or an orb of some kind, and then a bunch of weird creatures came out."

Jack Nicholson: "This is incredible... I had no idea... It's indescribable."

Jack Nicholson: "That was quite an item. You sure went overboard."

Jack Nicholson: "Goddammit, if they didn't replace me with some kid who... All right, so maybe he's got a little theory under his belt and can plug a few numbers into a computer, but I could tell right off that he doesn't know a damned thing about genuine, real-world risk assessment, or managing a department, for that matter – cocky bastard!"

Jack Nicholson: "You're making a big mistake. Don't marry this guy... Don't do it."

Jack Nicholson: "Dear Ndugu, my name is Warren R. Schmidt, and I'm your new foster father."

Jack Nicholson: "I'm like a new man. For the first time in years, I feel clear. I know what I want, I know what I've got to do, and nothing's going to stop me ever again."

Jack Nicholson: "Sixty-six must sound pretty old to a young fella like yourself. Truth is, it sounds pretty old to me, too."

Jack Nicholson: "Aw, I know, but, uh, don't give it another thought. You've got bigger fish to fry."

Jack Nicholson: "I am weak... and I am a failure. There's just no getting around it... Relatively soon, I will die, maybe in 20 years, maybe tomorrow. It doesn't matter. Once I am dead and everyone who knew me dies, too, it will be as though I never even existed. What difference has my life made to anyone? None that I can think of – none at all."

Jack Nicholson: "What?"