Quotes About Hamilton

downtown L.A., I drove along Broadway past Third Street, parked in a lot between Third and Fourth, and walked back to the Hamilton Building

There's a Mesmer in our midst. We must consult with Gizmo immediately!

The Christian Constitutional Society, its object is first: The support of the Christian religion. Second: The support of the United States.

The Framers created impeachment precisely to thwart this kind of conduct, which was, in Hamilton's words, "the abuse or violation of some public trust.

I'm obsessed with 'Hamilton.' I've seen it, like, three times, and if I could get a weekly pass, I would.

I grew up dreaming of being on Broadway and being able to do that - and 'Hamilton' - was awesome, and it was the hardest thing for the first few weeks, and then it was the easiest thing.

I'm really into antiques. But really into it because of my father, who got me into them in the first place. He's an interior designer and he's really into going to antique shows and getting up really early on Sundays and driving out to these weird little towns north of Hamilton.

We welcome Donald Trump at 'Hamilton,' absolutely.

I saw 'Hamilton' when it was at the Public, and I just wept profusely in my seat because this is a form I love deeply, and to watch it be reinvented in such a genius, gifted way and executed by such a brilliant company of human beings, I was overwhelmed with not just appreciation for the piece of work itself but for the possibility.

Alexander Hamilton, of New York, a signer of the Constitution, was a member of the ratifying convention in his state and did more than any other member to wring the approval of the new instrument from delegates practically instructed by their constituents to vote against it.

You look wonderful, Jason said. No compliments, Jason. I'm uncomfortable enough in the lingerie. Then by all means take it off.

Jesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts? I am over two hundred, Jean-Claude said. I rest my case.

Theresa strode over to us in a swish of cloth. Enough of this, animator. He can't do it, so he pays the price. Either leave now, or join us at our...feast. Are you having rare Who-roast-beast? I asked. What are you talking about? It's from Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You know the part, 'And they'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They would feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.' You are crazy. So I've been told.

You are an irritating son of a bitch." "Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

Do you really have the ability to control all types of undead? Magnus asked. Can you really make a hundred shoes in a single night? I asked. Magnus smiled. Wrong kind of fairie.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

My right hand was sort of casually near my gun, without looking like I was reaching for my gun. It wasn't easy. Reaching for a gun usually looks like reaching for a gun. No one seemed to notice though. Goody for our side.

Because all bad little vampires see me in the end

I thought of several alec smart remarks, but you should humor crazy people when you're at their mercy; it's a rule.

What's your name? Donald. Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

No 'Good evening, Jean-Claude, how are you doing?' Just down to business. How terribly rude,ma petite . - Jean-Claude

The police await us, our men stand in the cold, and you don't like your coat! Such delicate sensibilities for someone who just fucked a stranger on the floor in front of us all!