Eliot: Listen, I take thinly sliced turkey, all right? I pan-sear it with some Sweet Maui onions, all right? Then I put a slice of Dill Havarti cheese and another slice of an heirloom tomato. All that goes on an everything bagel, and I make my own garlic-and-green-onion cream-cheese spread. That’s forgettable? I don’t think so.
“Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN.” x
“We can’t get a car in there. Come on! You can’t have a Batcave without a Batmobile.” “You can have a Batcave, man, just –” “How are you gonna get a car in there?” “It’s a car. It ain’t a boat.” “Just ask him!”