The Basketball Diaries (1995)
Jim Carroll: You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.
Jim Carroll: I saw this girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled.
Jim: You gotta have presence on the court. Presence like a cheetah rather than a chimp. Sure, they both got it, but Chimpy gotta jump his nuts around to get it. The shy cheetah moves with total nonchalance, stickin' it to them in his sexy, slow strut. Me? I play like a cheetah.
Reggie Porter: Hey white boy! Are you ready for your beatin'?
Jim Carroll: Don't let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle.
Jim Carroll: Time sure flies when you're young and jerking off.
Jim: Just my own naked self and the stars breathing down, it's beautiful.
Mickey: I'll tell you what, if our school was this nice I would go there more than once a week.
Jim Carroll: [narrating] When I was young, about eight or so, I tried making friends with God by inviting Him to my house to watch the World Series. He never showed.
Jim Carroll: First, it's a Saturday night thing when you feel cool like a gangster or a rockstar- just something to kill the boredom, you know? They call it a chippie, a small habit. It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays... then Thursdays... then it's got you. Every wise ass punk on the block says it won't happen to them, but it does.
Jim: I was just gonna sniff a bag but one guy says if you're gonna sniff you might as well pop it and another guys says if you gonna pop it you might as well mainline.
Jim: All I've been doing is reading this diary wondering how the hell I'm still alive?
Jim Carroll: I just wanna be pure, I just wanna be pure.
Jim: [Is continuously getting hit by the Father's cane. The bell rings and the Father stops hitting him] Too bad, Father. I was just beginning to enjoy it.
Father McNulty: We can do it again tomorrow if you like, Mr. Carroll.
Jim: And in the next life, father, I'M gonna have the PADDLE.
Jim: Gee whiz, ma, we oughtta have these heart to heart talks more often, they're good for us.
Jim Carroll: I felt dazed, like I just came out of a 4 hour movie I didn't understand.
Jim: ...did I ever tell you about the first time I did heroin?
Mickey: Shit happens alright? Shit fucking happens... christ!
Pedro: Yo, you think that'll keep him out of Heaven?
Mickey: What are you, kidding me? Jesus Christ himself would of laughed at that, it was hillarious.
Father McNulty: [wakes Jim up from his dream by slamming his cane against his desk] Wake up, Mr. Carroll, it's later than you think!
Swifty: [after getting hit in the nose by Jim] All right. Fine. Tell them whatever you want. Nobody's gonna believe a druggie like you, anyway.
Swifty: You think we're stupid? You think we don't know what you've been doin'?