Hey! That was my moment, man. Kneeling there on the floor...foreman, general foreman, plant supervisor, plant manager...and Styles? Standing!

Hide your true feelings, brothers. You must sing. The joyous songs of the days of old before we had fools like this one next to me to worry about.

Daddy, if I could stand on my own two feet and not be somebody else’s tool, I’d have some respect for myself. I’d be a man.

This is a strong room of dreams. The dreamers? My people. The simple people, who you never find mentioned in the history books, who never get statues erected to them, or monuments commemorating their great deeds.

You must understand one thing. We own nothing except ourselves. This world and its laws, allows us nothing, except ourselves.

He fought in France so that this country and all the others could stay Free...