hey, you really have’ta stop callin’ me james…
so, what do i call you, then?
how about you just call me bucky.
You know what I think? I think we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
Charlie Chaplin and Paulette Goddard taking a break on the set of The Great Dictator
If I hadn’t been very rich, I might have been a really great man.
Citizen Kane (Orson Welles, 1941)