Mrs. Marcus:
Now for the last time. Are we calling Sylvester or not?
J. Russell Finch: No! We are not! And I'll tell you why not. Because your son Sylvester is an irresponsible, unreliable, big loudmouth no good bum! Who if he isn't a crook? It's because he doesn't have the brains or ambition even to become a crook!
J. Algernon Hawthorne: I say: *Good show*!
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
J. Russell Finch: No! We are not! And I'll tell you why not. Because your son Sylvester is an irresponsible, unreliable, big loudmouth no good bum! Who if he isn't a crook? It's because he doesn't have the brains or ambition even to become a crook!
J. Algernon Hawthorne: I say: *Good show*!
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Mrs. Marcus:
Sylvester!
Sylvester Marcus: Mama!
Mrs. Marcus: Why couldn't you listen? Why couldn't you shut up when I was trying to tell you to listen?
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Have a care, that chap's run absolutely amok!
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Sylvester Marcus: Mama!
Mrs. Marcus: Why couldn't you listen? Why couldn't you shut up when I was trying to tell you to listen?
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Have a care, that chap's run absolutely amok!
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Mrs. Marcus:
You're overlooking one little thing.
J. Russell Finch: Yeah, one little thing.
Ding Bell: What little thing?
J. Russell Finch: Yeah, what little thing?
Mrs. Marcus: We can all count, can't we? There were 8 of us there.
J. Russell Finch: She's right. There were 8 of us there.
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
J. Russell Finch: Yeah, one little thing.
Ding Bell: What little thing?
J. Russell Finch: Yeah, what little thing?
Mrs. Marcus: We can all count, can't we? There were 8 of us there.
J. Russell Finch: She's right. There were 8 of us there.
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Lennie Pike:
[Otto Meyer drives by] That's him! That's him! I tell you, when I catch you, I'll kill you! I tell you, I'll kill you, you dirty *robber*!
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Someone you know?
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Someone you know?
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
J. Algernon Hawthorne:
I must say that if I had the grievous misfortune to be a citizen of this benighted country, I should be the most hesitant of offering any criticism whatever of any other.
J. Russell Finch: Wait a minute, are you knocking this country? Are you saying something against America?
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Against it? I should be positively astounded to hear anything that could be said FOR it. Why the whole bloody place is the most unspeakable matriarchy in the whole history of civilization! Look at yourself! The way your wife and her strumpet of a mother push you through the hoop! As far as I can see, American men have been totally emasculated- they're like slaves! They die like flies from coronary thrombosis while their women sit under hairdryers eating chocolates & arranging for every 2nd Tuesday to be some sort of Mother's Day! And this positively infantile preoccupation with bosoms. In all time in this wretched Godforsaken country, the one thing that has appalled me most of all this this prepostrous preoccupation with bosoms. Don't you realize they have become the dominant theme in American culture: in literature, advertising and all fields of entertainment and everything. I'll wager you anything you like that if American women stopped wearing brassieres, your whole national economy would collapse overnight.
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
J. Russell Finch: Wait a minute, are you knocking this country? Are you saying something against America?
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Against it? I should be positively astounded to hear anything that could be said FOR it. Why the whole bloody place is the most unspeakable matriarchy in the whole history of civilization! Look at yourself! The way your wife and her strumpet of a mother push you through the hoop! As far as I can see, American men have been totally emasculated- they're like slaves! They die like flies from coronary thrombosis while their women sit under hairdryers eating chocolates & arranging for every 2nd Tuesday to be some sort of Mother's Day! And this positively infantile preoccupation with bosoms. In all time in this wretched Godforsaken country, the one thing that has appalled me most of all this this prepostrous preoccupation with bosoms. Don't you realize they have become the dominant theme in American culture: in literature, advertising and all fields of entertainment and everything. I'll wager you anything you like that if American women stopped wearing brassieres, your whole national economy would collapse overnight.
--Milton Berle (as J. Russell Finch) in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World