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: Oh beware, my lord, of jealousy. It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
: I hate the Moor.
: I will wear my heart upon my sleeve.
: I am not - what I am.
: Reputations are got without merit and lost without deserving.
: Our general's wife is now the general.
: I know our country disposition well. In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks they dare not show their husbands. Their best conscience is not to leave 't undone, but keep't unknown.
: What may smell in such a will most rank, foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.
: I would I might entreat your honor to scan this thing no farther. Leave it to time.
: I have a thing for you. Iago
: A thing for me? It is a common thing... Emilia
: Ha? Iago
: To have a foolish wife.
: Where's satisfaction? It is impossible you should see this, were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys.
: I lay with Cassio lately and, being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep. There are a kind of men so loose of soul that in their sleep will mutter their affairs. One of this kind is Cassio. In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves." And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, cry "O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard as if he plucked up kisses by the roots that grew upon my lips. Then, laid his leg over my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then cried "Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!"
: What hath he said? Iago
: Faith, that he did-I know not what he did. Othello
: What? What? Iago
: Lie... Othello
: Lie with her? Iago
: With her, on her; what you will.
: Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain? Iago
: He is that he is.
: Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
: Come, lieutenant, a stoup of wine. Here are a brace of gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello. Cassio
: Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. Iago
: Oh, just one cup.
: Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona. He hath not yet made wanton the night with her, and she is sport for Jove. Cassio
: She's a most exquisite lady. Iago
: And, full of game, I warrant. What an eye she has - to provocation. Cassio
: I and yet I think right modest. Iago
: Well, happiness to their sheets.
: All my life I always wanted to fly. I always wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not supposed to be jealous of anything, but... to take flight, to soar above everything and everyone, now that's living.
: All my life I always wanted to fly. I always wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not supposed to be jealous of anything, but... to take flight, to soar above everything and everyone, now that's living. But a hawk is no good around normal birds. It can't fit in. Even though all the other birds probably wanna be hawks; they hate him for what they can't be. Proud. Powerful. Determined. Dark. Odin is a hawk. He soars above us. He can fly. One of these days, everyone's gonna pay attention to me. Because I'm gonna fly too.
: I have something for you. Hugo
: You have things for lots of guys.
: All this time I've been looking for romance and all I had to do was steal something. Hugo
: You didn't steal anything, you just borrowed it for a little while. And if you wouldn't mind I'd like to borrow you.
: I did what I did, and that's all you need to know. From here on out I say nothing.
: Jason, ask him why he did it. Ask him! Hugo
: You won't ask me nothing. I did what I did, and that's all you need to know. From here on out, I say nothing.
: [Roger accidentally shoots Mike in the leg
] No! Fuck Rog! It has to look like suicide! It has to look like fucking suicide Roger! Fuck! Roger Rodriguez
: I did what you said! Now we do it up close! Hugo
: No! The cops will know someone else fired the first bullet! Fuck Rog! You fucking herbed us! You fucking herbed us! Where's the scarf? Where's the fucking scarf! Roger Rodriguez
: I lost it. Hugo
: When the cop comes I'm gonna tell them you shot him in self defense. Roger Rodriguez
: If he wakes up he's going to tell on me! Hugo
: Sorry bro, Desi's dead.
: Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot truly be followed.
: Oh Beware, my lord, of jealousy. 'Tis the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
: This is the night... that either makes me or for does me quite.
: I am not what I am.
: [to Cassio, after having killed his wife Desdemonda
] Will you, I pray, demand this demi-devil why he hath thus ensnared my mind and body? Iago
: Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time on I never will speak word.
: O beware my lord,of jealousy! It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
: I have it; it is engend'red! Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light!
: I am not what I am.
Iago, Othello's Ancient
: I have told thee oft, I hate the Moor! If thoust can cuckold him, thou dost provide thee a pleasure, and me a sport.
: In Venice, Othello the great general has married Desdemona. It was a private ceremony, only a few friends including his officer, Iago. Iago, Othello's Ancient
: I do hate him as I hate hell's pains. Oh you are well tuned now, but I'll set down the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am.
: Me? Oh, I belong to that new minority group: white American jazz musicians. They're going to hold a mass meeting in a phone booth.