The Dream Team (film)

1989 film by Howard Zieff

The Dream Team is a 1989 comedy film directed by Howard Zieff and produced by Christopher W. Knight for Imagine Entertainment and Universal Pictures. Jon Connolly and David Loucka wrote the screenplay.


[Jack McDermott sits nude in his room and drinks red wine]
Jack McDermott: This is the body and blood of our savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. And a damned fine Beaujolais!

Billy: Ah, it's great to be young and insane!

Giant Chicken: Leiter's unbelievable. The man could throw a lamb chop passed the goddamn wolf.

Billy: You see those two towers? World Trade Center. I was an architect working on them. First they just wanted to build one but I said, "Fellas, we're here. What the hell, throw the other one up." Turned out pretty well, didn't it?
Henry: Fantasy.

[some patrons are harassing a waitress]
Billy: You guys need to pay up and get out of here.
Drunk: Who the hell are you?
[Billy grabs the drunk by the hair and slams his face on the table]
Billy: I'm an escaped mental patient with a history of violence.

Billy: Yeah, I got a big story for ya; we came to town to see a ball game, and now they wanna give us the chair. I love New York. Bring your kids. Have 'em arrested. Do some time in The Big Apple.

Jack McDermott: I don't want him next to me. He smells like tuna fish.

Billy: Restaurant security. Just a minor utensil violation. Go ahead, enjoy your dinner.

Dr. Weitzman: There's about 65,000 seats up at that stadium. But I don't want you to get your hopes up, because they're all screwed down.

Jack McDermott: I am the Lord they God. Thou shalt not have strange gods before me. Out of my way, asshole.

[their van is being towed]
Jack McDermott: Stop! Who dares to tow the van of the living Christ?
Driver: The city of New York, Tarzan! $50 for the violation, $75 for the tow and $20 a day for storage.
Jack McDermott: [skyward] Father, forgive us for we have sinned! We parked our car in a forbidden zone!

Sergeant Vincenté: You know what? You got the whole think back-ass-wards, I think you're the missing persons. Just go to 48th street and wait. The guy doesn't show, we're open 24 hours. [answers phone] Hello, Vincenté.
Billy: We're not done!
Sergeant Vincenté: You're done, it's been a pleasure.
Billy: Hey, we used to be tax payers!
Sergeant Vincenté: Now that will get my attention. You're not out of here in 30 seconds, you got a night in jail!
Billy: What kind of bonehead cop would send four confessed mental patients back out in the streets?

Billy: Where the hell did you go to take that piss? Moscow?

Henry: I'm the doctor until the doctor comes back!
Billy: Okay, you be the doctor and I'll be the escaped mental patient, okay?
[kicks the van and walks off]


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