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Re: Paul Newman 1925-2008
Cool Hand Luke. Butch Cassidy. Reggie Dunlop. Fast Eddie Felson.
Whenever I saw Paul onscreen, he always lifted the narrative no matter how truncated it was, as he carries that aura of stardom with him. It was both fine and painful to see him in The Road to Perdition, witnessing how fragile he'd become in less than a decade.
Re: Paul Newman 1925-2008
damn....RIP Paul you were an awesome actor...soome slapshot quotes to remember him by
Reggie Dunlop: You know, your son looks like a fag to me.
Anita McCambridge: I beg your pardon?
Reggie Dunlop: You better get re-married again, or he's gonna have someone's cock in his mouth before you can say Jack Robinson.
Anita McCambridge: How dare you! How dare you!
Reggie Dunlop: Hey Hanrahan! Hanrahan! Hanrahan - Suzanne sucks pussy!
Reggie Dunlop: Hey Hanrahan she's a dyke! I know, I know!
Reggie Dunlop: She's a lesbian, a lesbian, a lesbian!
butch cassidy and the sundance kid
Butch Cassidy: What happened to the old bank? It was beautiful.
Guard: People kept robbing it.
Butch Cassidy: Small price to pay for beauty.
Butch Cassidy: I have vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals.
Butch Cassidy: If he'd just pay me what he's spending to make me stop robbing him, I'd stop robbing him.
Butch Cassidy: Then you jump first.
Sundance Kid: No, I said.
Butch Cassidy: What's the matter with you?
Sundance Kid: I can't swim.
Butch Cassidy: Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill you.
Butch Cassidy: [singing] Don't ever hit your mother with a shovel. It will leave a dull impression on her mind.
cool hand luke
Luke: Well that oughta be easy for a genuine son of a bitch.
Luke: I can eat fifty eggs.
Dragline: Nobody can eat fifty eggs.
"Oh come on. Stop beatin it. Get out there yourself. Stop feedin off me. Get out of here. I cant breathe. Give me some air."
Luke: Dyin'? Boy, he can have this little life any time he wants to. Do ya hear that? Are ya hearin' it? Come on. You're welcome to it, ol' timer. Let me know you're up there. Come on. Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know it.
[He looks around]
Luke: I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself.
you'll be missed paul
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Re: Paul Newman 1925-2008
He was one of my favorite actors.
R.I.P., Paul. You will be greatly missed!
Re: Paul Newman 1925-2008
Sat Sep 27, 2008 12:03 pm EDT
Rest in peace, Reg Dunlop: What Paul Newman meant to hockey
By Greg Wyshynski
We lost Paul Newman yesterday, to cancer at age 83. We lost an entertainer whose philanthropy has overshadowed, rather than enhanced, his celebrity. We lost someone whose dedication to his art has inspired thousands of filmmakers and actors. We lost a great American.
But we'll always have Brick from "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." And Eddie Felson in the pool hall. We'll have Luke and Butch. And we'll have Reggie "Reg" Dunlop, player/coach, Charlestown Chiefs.
As a puckhead, it's selfish to assign too much of Newman's legacy to "Slap Shot," the seminal 1977 hockey comedy considered one of the greatest sports movies. But the movie exists because of Paul Newman. The movie works because of Paul Newman. The Hansons, the quotable moments, Ogie Oglethorpe ... that's window dressing. Newman was the foundation, the heart of the film. If you don't believe that, try suffering through "Slap Shot 2."
His Reggie Dunlop embodied what we adore about hockey (or, in the NHL's case, hope to one day adore again): Tough, vulgar, compelling, blue-collar and sexy, with eyes that display both game-night intensity and an undeniable sense of mischief. "Let 'em know you're there!"
I no longer ask "Where are today's Reggie Dunlops?" when I look at the NHL; they're still around, but their numbers are dwindling. But I think about how Reg would roll his eyes and ask for another cold one as he watches generations of hockey players (and their employers) abandon the primal magnetism of The Game for the sake of money and personal accomplishment.
That's why "Slap Shot" still resonates. It is, in ways much more subtle than a Hanson Bros. brawl, what we want hockey to be.
R.I.P., Paul Newman. And thanks:
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