Richie And Eddie Quotes

…. Beverly caught sight of something which she never spoke of but never forgot. For just a moment she saw their reflections in the glass- only there were six, not four, because Eddie was behind Richie and Stan was behind Bill, that little half-smile on his face.

They put him down, and Richie kissed Eddie’s cheek. Then he looked blindly up at Ben. ‘You sure?’ ‘Yeah. Come on, Richie.’ Richie got up and turned toward the door. ‘Fuck you, Bitch!’ he cried suddenly, and kicked the door shut with his foot. It made a solid chukking sound as it closed and latched. ‘Why’d you do that?’ Beverly asked.

Richie looked at each other grimly. Everything Eddie said

Eddie, my love

That's cause they know how cute you are, Eds - just like me. I saw what a cutie you were the first time I met you.

Richie jumped to his feet second time and pinched Eddie’s cheek. “Cute, cute, cute!” Richie exclaimed.

Richie came bopping down to the stream, glanced at Ben with some interest, and then pinched Eddie’s cheek.

I love Johnny Cash and Eddie Money. But for the purest sound, listen to Richie Goldandsilver.

It ate your shoe," Beverly said and uttered a wild laugh. "Isn't that too bad." "I'll buy you a new pair of Keds when we get out of here," Richie said. He clapped Eddie on the back in the dark.

Richie came bopping to the stream, glanced at Ben with some interest, and then pinched Eddie's cheek. "Don't do that! I hate it when you do that, Richie." "Ah, you love it Eds," Richie said and beamed at him

Thank god for small favors,” Richie muttered. He slapped Eddie’s can. “Go.” “I don’t know how long I can with just one arm,” Eddie said apologetically. “Go anyway,” Richie said, and Eddie began crawling again

Eddie heard It cry out in terrible triumph, and a moment later, Richie’s voice burst clearly into his head: (help! I’m losing it! somebody help me!) Eddie ran forward then, yanking his aspirator from his pocket with his good hand….

Richie had about a dozen different Voices. His ambition, he had told Eddie one rainy afternoon when they were in the little raftered room over the Kaspbrak garage reading Little Lulu comic books, was to become the world’s greatest ventriloquist.

Richie,” he whispered. “What?” Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately. “Don’t call me Eds,” he said, and smiled. He raised his left hand slowly and touched Richie’s cheek. Richie was crying. “You know I… I…” Eddie closed his eyes, thinking how to finish, and while he was still thinking it over he died.

Richie,” he whispered. “What?” Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately. “Don’t call me Eds,” he said, and smiled. He raised his left hand slowly and touched Richie’s cheek. Richie was crying. “You know I...I...” Eddie closed his eyes, thinking how to finish, and while he was still thinking it over he died.

He said when we come down here nobody gives us any static.’ Eddie said. His voice was thin and whistling but it was also unmistakably firm. ‘And he’s right. When guys like us go to the park and say we want to play baseball the other guys say sure, you want to be second base or third?’ Richie cackled. ‘Eddie Gets Off A Good One! And…You Are There!

I hate it when you call me Eds." "I know," Richie said, hugging him tightly, "but somebody has to toughen you up, Eds. When you stop leading the sheltered igs-zis-tence of a child and grow up, you gonna, Ah, say, Ah say you gonna find out life ain't always this easy, boy!" Eddie began to shriek with laughter. "That's the shittiest Voice I ever heard, Richie.

He called Eddie Kaspbrak next, but Eddie sounded even more depressed than Bill - his mother had gotten them each a full-day bus pass, he said, and they were going to visit Eddie’s aunts … ‘They’ll all pinch my cheek and tell me how much I’ve grown,’ Eddie said. ‘That’s cause they know how cute you are, Eds - just like me. I saw what a cutie you are the first time I met you.

Man, he had hated it when Richie called him Eds…but he had sort of liked it, too. It was something….like a secret name. A secret identity. A way to be people that had nothing to do with their parents’ fears, hopes, constant demands. Richie couldn’t do his beloved Voices for shit, but maybe he did know how important it was do creeps like them to sometimes be different people.

It’s too dark,” Richie sobbed. “You know…it’s too dark. Eds…he…” “No, it’s okay,” Ben said. “Maybe this is where he’s supposed to be. I think maybe it is.” They put him down, and Richie kissed Eddie’s cheek. Then he looked blindly up at Ben. “You sure?” “Yeah. Come on, Richie.” Richie got up and turned toward the door. “Fuck you, Bitch!” he cried suddenly, and kicked the door shut with his foot. It made a solid chukking sound as it closed and latched. “Why’d you do that?” Beverly asked. “I don’t know,” Richie said, but he knew well enough.

Eddie Murphy: Raw (1987) was released in theaters — unheard of for a standup concert film — and grossed over $50M. Behind the scenes there was some grumbling over Keenen’s credits as both a writer and producer. Murphy's then-manager, Richie Tienken, insists Keenen’s work on Raw was negligible. “Eddie was working on his routine and was having a problem with a line,” says Tienken. “He talked to Keenen about it and Keenen basically said, ‘Well, why don’t you say it this way?’ And it worked. I said to Eddie, ‘That was really nice of Keenen to help you with that.’ And he said, ‘Yeah, he asked me for a co-writing credit.’ I was like, ‘What? It was one fucking line. This guy’s your friend.’ ” Tienken points out that comedians are always helping each other out with bits. He’s worked with comics such as Jerry Seinfeld, Paul Reiser, and Ray Romano. “They all helped each other. They didn’t ask for anything. I think I even went to Keenen and said, ‘You’ve got some pair of fucking balls asking him for that.’ ” Chris Rock, who was just getting to know Eddie and Keenen around this time, recalled watching Eddie prepare for the shows on his Raw tour, batting around material with friends. Occasionally, Rock and others might help “tag” a joke. “I might have got a line in,” Rock told Marc Maron during a 2011 interview, referring to Raw. “That’s what friends are for, for tags. It’s only when they’re not your friends when they go, ‘I should get a writing credit for that tag.’ ” Eddie and Keenen had a falling-out over all this, and one person close to the situation at the time says Arsenio Hall called Keenen afterward and said something to the effect of “You’re out and I’m in.” For his part, though, Eddie never publicly complained about Keenen’s contributions — or lack thereof — to Raw.

Richie Tienken, Comic Strip owner and Eddie Murphy’s co-manager at the time, wasn’t that amused by his client’s new friends. Tienken recalled Keenen and Arsenio, in particular, jostling for Eddie’s affections. “Keenen and Arsenio didn’t get along,” he says. “It was like watching two broads try to pick up a guy.

Later, in one of the few times he attended church as an adult, he discovered that it was about much more than a piece of fruit. Knowledge of evil is contaminating, and in this new manifestation, it makes him pull back from her hug. ‘Poppy?’ Small eddies of anxiety ripple over her face. ‘Poppy. Richie Dog and me have made you breakfast . . .’ Her voice trails off, uncertain. With some effort, George rallies. ‘How’s that for luck? I’m hungry as a lion.’ He waggles a finger at Richie. ‘I hope you aren’t giving me dog biscuits for breakfast, young pup.’ Rory giggles. It’s a sign she feels safe, that she hasn’t done anything wrong after all. ‘You’re so funny, Poppy.’ In the kitchen, George spoons up the cornflakes from their inundation of milk and yums at his undercooked toast. ‘I didn’t make the tea,’ she says. ‘Richie and me are a bit young for boiling water.’ She’s so serious, so anxious to be responsible. George grins. ‘Very wise. I’ll make the tea and you can have a cup, just for making such a nice breakfast.’ He pours her a milky tea and stirs in two teaspoons of sugar. Rory’s eyes gleam. This is an unexpected treat. ‘What about Richie? He helped, too.’ ‘I might share my toast with him,’ George says, tearing off a substantial chunk. He chuckles to himself as the dog wolfs down his portion. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. ‘Best breakfast I’ve had in years,’ he says, swigging the last of

No matter how talented Richie was or how much shit he talked about what he could do, deep down he just didn't believe it'd happen. He was living day to day: you talk about your dreams, you boast about your talent, and you cop the Foamposites the day they come out because life is simply a collection of small victories. I didn't want to go out like that.