Warren Mitchell

“When this—my baby, source of all my hopes— Doth hit upon the speed of eighty-eight, In miles per hour, then Marty, verily, Thine eyes shalt witness shit most serious.”
― Ian Doescher, William Shakespeare's Get Thee Back to the Future!

“MARTY - [singing:] Upon a hidden lane, in deepest wood,
Was born a child who play'd as no one could.
His genius was pronouc'd e'en from boyhood-
His name was Jonathan Bernardo Goode.
How good when Goode begins to play the lute,
Sing ho, sing high, sing heigh!
They took him from his humble neighborhood,
To play withal the king's court, if he would.
By queens his gift was lauded as it should-
No one was better, nay -'twas understood.
How good when Goode begins to play the lute,
Sing ho, sing high, sing heigh!”
― Ian Doescher, William Shakespeare's Get Thee Back to the Future!

“[Sings:] The pow’r of love, O ’tis a curious thing: It changeth hawks into a gentle dove, It maketh one man weep, another sing, More than a feeling: ’tis the pow’r of love. ’Tis tougher e’en than diamonds, rich like cream, It makes a bad one good, a wrong one right, ’Tis stronger, harder than a wench’s dream, The pow’r of love shall keep thee home at night. When first thou feelest it, may make thee sad, When next thou feelest it, may be profound, Yet when thou learnest this, thou shalt be glad: It is this power makes the world go ’round. ’Tis strong and sudden, sent by heav’n above, It may just save thy life, this pow’r of love.”
― Ian Doescher, William Shakespeare's Get Thee Back to the Future!

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring