Burt Reynolds Quotes

It's over," Keelie said. Too bad. But I want you to know, I will always love you." She narrowed her eyes and said, "When you look at me and say that, are you thinking of Dolly Parton or Whitney Houston?" Burt Reynolds," he said. She nearly spit out her coffee when she laughed, then she said, "That almost makes me want to try again.

The Americans have always been better than the Iraqis at the leaflets. Early on in the first Gulf War, Iraqi PsyOps dropped a batch of their own leaflets on US troops, designed to be psychologically devastating. They read, 'Your wives are back at home having sex with Bart Simpson and Burt Reynolds.

Marriage is about the most expensive way for the average man to get his laundry done.

Burt Reynolds’ mustache would kick Steve McQueen’s ass.

The only actor who I think probably might have taken a swing at me if he could have would be Burt Reynolds. He used to call Roger and me the Bruise Brothers, out of Chicago.

Roller Boogie is a relic from - when else? - the '70s. This is a tape I made for the eight-grade dance. The tape still plays, even if the cogs are a little creaky and the sound quality is dismal. It's a ninety-minute TDK Compact Cassette, and like everything else made in the '70s, it's beige. It takes me back to the fall of 1979, when I was a shy, spastic, corduroy-clad Catholic kid from the suburbs of Boston, grief-stricken over the '78 Red Sox. The words "douche" and "bag" have never coupled as passionately as they did in the person of my thirteen-yer-old self. My body, my brain, my elbows that stuck out like switchblades, my feet that got tangled in my bike spokes, but most of all my soul - these formed the waterbed where douchitude and bagness made love sweet love with all the feral intensity of Burt Reynolds and Rachel Ward in Sharkey's Machine.

Sally has spent most of her professional life working for respect. She started in television, first as Gidget (1965–66) and then as The Flying Nun (1967–70), and spent the next ten years trying to live those roles down. That explains why, when she won her second Oscar, for Places in the Heart (1984), she said, “I haven’t had an orthodox career, and I’ve wanted more than anything to have your respect. The first time I didn’t feel it, but this time I feel it—and I can’t deny the fact that you like me, right now, you like me!” She was making a reference to a line in Norma Rae, but nobody got the joke, and Sally got slammed for it. To make it worse, people misquoted her as saying, “You like me, you really like me!” That line has been dogging her ever since.

prick assholes.” I took him aside and said, “Rip, don’t push your luck. It’s okay.

spare the horses when he hit me.

When we began shooting Deliverance, Burt was in a place where the depth of his talent hadn’t been truly recognized. Our director, John Boorman, must be given all the credit for seeing his greatness and for insisting on Burt for the plum role of Lewis Medlock. Ned Beatty, Ronny Cox, and I, his costars, became his great fans, and Burt knew what we all came to know: that his performance would expose his enormous talent to the world and change his career forever. Look at the scene where Lewis saves the team from the mountain men. He takes total command of a dangerous situation and delivers a powerful aria in the middle of those woods. It’s a sensational piece of acting. I think we all did our parts well, but it was Burt who rose up and showed his full stature in that central great moment. The success of the film has everything to do with his performance. The story is

hobo. He wound up in Jupiter, Florida, changed his name

I wanted to believe what I was learning about Harry, but the more I heard, the more his life seemed like a series of tall tales, conjured scenes full of wishful thinking. I came to believe that it was quite unlikely that Burt Reynolds had ever met Harry Peak at all.

In my opinion, it was Donald (Trump)'s fault that the USFL didn't survive. Now don't get me wrong. I like Donald. I hold on to my wallet when we shake hands, but I like him. I just think his personal ambition sank the USFL. He was interested in only two things: money and publicity. John (Bassett) summed it up when he said that Donald's "ego transcended his business sense." (In the years since, every time Donald runs for president, I pray he never gets the chance to do to the USA what he did to the USFL.)

In the early seventies a fog of grievance settled over the land. Never have Americans hated authorities like they did after the Vietnam War turned sour; after Watergate taught us the incorrigible venality of our elected leaders. Big government seemed omnipotent and yet incompetent; it possessed the world’s greatest military machine but it couldn’t do anything right. In the long list of groups it aimed to serve, We the People always seemed to come last. This snarling mood of disillusionment was the characteristic sensibility of the decade: the “wellsprings of trust” had been “poisoned,” two self-designated populist authors wrote back in 1972.1 They are still poisoned today. The whole country was mad as hell, to use a favorite catchphrase, and the discontent seemed to go in every direction at once. It was economic, it was political; it was racial, it was cultural; it was liberal, it was conservative. Americans despised the CIA and also the Soviet Union. We cheered for Clint Eastwood as a rule-breaking cop who blasted lowlifes even when the lawyers told him to stop … and then we cheered for Burt Reynolds as a “bandit” in a black Trans Am, the roads behind him littered with the smoking remains of the Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia highway patrols. Responding to the new sensibility, our politicians tried to impress us with their humility. They courted us with soft southern accents, with tales of peanut farms and pork rinds. They posed as defenders of the people, the forgotten man, the silent majority, the great overtaxed middle, the “normal” Americans suffering the contempt of shadowy TV network elites.

I can't ask you to be my model, Joe," I said. But he shook his head. "You just have to sit there, right?" "It's more than that," I said. "This is kind of a special project." "Wait—" he said then. "Is it a naked portrait? Is this like a Burt-Reynolds-on-a-bearskin-rug deal? I'll need to grow some better chest hair." I tolerated that. "People aren't 'naked' in art. They're 'nude'." But Joe was grinning at me like he had my number now. "You're going to make me take my clothes off, aren't you?" "No!" I said. "This is a completely normal, non-naked portrait. No clothing will be removed.

Things I might do to you," I said, "include, but aren't limited to: Staring at you a lot, peering at you, and leaning in close. Studying you. Asking you to describe your face to me while I'm painting it. Projecting a grid over your face and mapping it out mathematically. Measuring your features with a tape measure. And touching your face, neck, and shoulders. Is any of that objectionable?" "As long as you don't put me in a Burt Reynolds toupee.

When young some of those I dated thought that I was "sweeter" when drinking. They would ply me with bottom shelf vodka. Like it was a $7 love potion. Burt Reynolds once apologized to all that "met him in the 70s." I could do the same for the 90s. When my emotional vulnerability came out of a bottle.

Well, the cunt died today, Bette said.

Life is just too damn short. Death is not a good thing.

A life-size cardboard cutout of Burt Reynolds dressed as the Bandit greeted her with a wide smile. “Snap my garters!” she laughed, retreating back a pace — and right into his chest. Hughes’ hands descended on her shoulders from behind her. They were warm through her wet dress. “What is this?” “He keeps burglars out.

He tugged at his hair more, and then added, "He knew Burt Reynolds and what's-her-name that he married. Debra, what's that name?" "Loni Anderson, Daddy," Debra said. She turned to me. "Harry knew them really well. He knew everything about them. He told me that Burt Reynolds and Loni Anderson would get divorced way before anyone else knew.