…I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!
1)All I know is that this violates every canon of respectable broadcasting. 2)We’re not a respectable network. We’re a whorehouse network, and we have to take whatever we can get. 3)Well, I don’t want any part of it! I don’t fancy myself the president of a whorehouse. 4)That’s very commendable of you, Nelson. Now, sit down.
1)The affiliates won’t carry it. 2)The affiliates will kiss your ass if you can hand them a hit show.
All human beings are becoming humanoids. All over the world, not just in America. We’re just getting there faster since we’re the most advanced country.
All I know is, first, you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, I’m a human being, God damnit! My life has value!
All I want out of life is a 30 share and a 20 rating.
And it’s a happy ending. Wayward husband comes to his senses, returns to his wife, with whom he has established a long and sustaining love. Heartless young woman left alone in her arctic desolation. Music up with a swell. Final commercial. And here are a few scenes from next week’s show.
And the Mad Prophet of airwaves..Howard Beal!
Good morning, Mr. Beale. They tell me you’re a madman.
He’s saying that life is bullshit, and it is. So what are you complaining about?
Howard just said he was going to blow his brains out next Tuesday.
I don’t want to play butch-boss with you people.
I have decided to kill myself. I’m going to blow my brains out, right on this program, a week from today. So, tune in next Tuesday, that should give the public relations people a week to promote the show. You ought to get a Hell of a rating out of that–a fifty share, easy.
I have seen the face of God.
I want counter-culture. I want anti-establishment.
I want you to get up right now, and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell: I’m as mad as Hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!
I want you… to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs! I want you to get up go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell: I’m mad as hell and I’m proud of it, but I’m not gonna take it anymore!
I was married for 33 years of shrill, shrieking fraud.
I was married for four years and pretended to be happy, and had six years of analysis and pretended to be sane.
I’m going to kill myself.
I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!
I’m not sure she’s capable of any real feeling. She’s television generation. She learned life from Bugs Bunny.
I’m thinking about diong a homosexual soap opera – The Dykes.
I.m mad as hell
It is an international system of currency which determines the vitality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.
It’s mass madness!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I would at this moment to announce that I will be retiring from this program in two weeks time, due to poor ratings. Since this show for me is the only thing I had going in my life I have decided to kill myself. I ‘m going to blow my brains out right on this program a week from today
mad as hell and i’m not going to take it anymore
Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, story tellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We’re in the boredom-killing business.
Television is not the truth! Television is a goddamned amusement park!
The American people are turning sullen. They’ve been clobbered on all sides by Vietnam, Watergate, the inflation, the depression. They’ve turned off, shot up, and they’ve fucked themselves limp, and nothing helps.
The American people want somebody to articulate their rage for them.
The communist party is not going to see a nickel from this goddamn show until we go into syndication.
The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime.
There is no America! There is no Democracy! There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and Du Pont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. These are the nations of the world today.
They say I can sell anything. I’d like to try to sell something to you.
This is not a psychotic episode. This is a cleansing clarity.
This was the story of Howard Beale, the first known instance of a man who was killed because of lousy ratings.
We could make a series out if it – Suicide of the Week. Oh, hell, why limit ourselves? Execution of the Week!
We have to kill the sonofabitch.
We’ll tell you anything you want to hear. We lie like hell.
We’ll tell you that Kojak always gets the killer and that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker’s house.
What are we gonna call it – The Mao Tse Tung Hour?
Yesterday, I announced on this program that I was going to commit public suicide. Admittedly, an act of madness. Well, I’ll tell you what happened: I just ran out of bullshit
You can’t just piss it away.
You had a minute-and-a-half of that lady riding a bike naked in Central Park. On the other hand, you had less than a minute of hard national and international news.
You were primarily responsible for this colossally stupid prank.
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