Photographer Quotes in King Kong (2005)

Photographer: Why would he do that? Climb up there and get himself cornered? The ape must have known what was coming.

Photographer: It's just a dumb animal. Doesn't know nothing.

Photographer: You'll be sorry! You'll all be sorry, you rats!

Musher: Do you think Steele is losing his edge?

Photographer: Looks like just about any dog can outrun him.

[taking a picture with George Knox and Roger]

Photographer: It looks like a prison photo. Would either of you mind smiling? The team did just win.

George Knox: It was a mistake. This team can't win.

Roger Bomman: They won because there were angels out there.

George Knox: Huh?

Roger Bomman: Real ones. I saw them. Two angels came out of the sky and they picked up Ben Williams and another angel hit Messmer's home run. That's why the bat broke.

George Knox: Great. A psycho kid. David, you'd think they'd screen these people.

Roger Bomman: It's true. Ask Williams about it or Messmer. They'll tell you something's going on. You'll see.

Photographer: I'll do it for nothing - I need the work!

Putney Swope: I can get anybody for nothing. Take a walk!

[At a crime scene where five cheerleaders have been turned into a "human shish-kebob"]

Photographer: This must be the act of a maniac.

Reporter: Either that, or a very large chef.

Photographer: I got your picture man, I got your picture!

David Mills: Oh yeah? Detective Mills, M-I-L-L-S, fuck off!

Photographer: Captain Murdock?

Captain Warren 'Rip' Murdock: On the hoof, son.

Photographer: The camera boys'd like to get a couple of shots of you and Sergeant Drake. Could you come out on the platform? You only stop here for five minutes.

Captain Warren 'Rip' Murdock: This is the City of Brotherly Love?

Photographer: That's what New Yorkers call it. They don't live here.

Captain Warren 'Rip' Murdock: I'm all for love, son.

Photographer: [as Curtayne enters the court] James P. Curtayne - complete with carnation.

James P. Curtayne: [Confidently] Never enter the ring without it.

[first lines]

Ben Eagle Narrator: [narrating] This is O'Hare, California. Back then it was nothing more than a sleepy fishing village, with a hill at the end of Main Street. Like you see in postcards. My story takes place on the home front, in the midst of World War II. That's me, the little fella.

Photographer: [motioning to the youngest]

Little Boy: Closer?

Freddy Fox: [ribbing him] Stop causing trouble, you midget.

Ben Eagle Narrator: Nobody in that town liked me much.

Photographer: One, two, three.

[flash]

Ben Eagle Narrator: I was eight years old. But the story really starts the day I met my dad. My only friend. My partner.

Nurse Barbara: He's a boy!

James Busbee: Wow! He's so...

Nurse Barbara: What? Little?

James Busbee: Well, he'll grow. Right?

Photographer: Do you want him to smile?

Frank Quinn: That *is* his smile.

Photographer: Run out of film?

Keith Jennings: Saving it for his canonization.

Photographer: How's that?

Keith Jennings: I don't know if we've got the heir to the Thorn millions here or Jesus Christ Himself.

Photographer: Hey, Quinn, we've been here for one whole hour. When is that oriental monkey arrive?

John Quinn: Now, listen, you bird dogs, have a little respect for his highness.

Reporter: What kind of a mug is this highness?

Jimmy: And this chicken is the Miss America of the 80s?

Adrian: No, Jimmy. You are.

[singing]

Adrian: Here he is, Miss America...

Designer: No. I think Margaret is Miss America.

Photographer: I think it's Jimmy.

Jack: You just say that because you're gay

Designer's Assistant: Oh, he's not gay all the time!

Photographer: I seriously think Jimmy is the new Miss America. He has all the mannerisms of a sex symbol.

Jack: That's what we should call this! Make it a series. "The two Miss Americas."

Photographer: Great idea! And we could end it with the two of them fucking!

Margaret: He can't fuck.

Jimmy: I can too fuck. I just can't fuck you.

Photographer: I wonder if I could have just a little bit more of your smile?

Johnnie Aysgarth: Oh, now, not at this hour of the morning.