[Chevy falls down, and gets up]LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!
Chevy Chase
The idea (for the painting ‘Room in New York’, 1932, ed.) had been in my mind a long time before I painted it. It was suggested by glimpses of lighted interiors seen as I walked along city streets at night, probably near the district where I live (Washington Square, New York, fh) although it’s no particular street or house, but is really a synthesis of many impressions.
Edward Hopper
For mister Bob Grant, you racist mother f**ker. For the censors of Saturday Night Live. We gotta shut down the programs of Vietnow"
Zack de la Rocha
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy,
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy.
Workin' on mysteries without any clues,
Workin' on our night moves.
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news,
Workin' on our night moves.Bob Seger
"Me and the band... we'd like to say something we've never had the chance to do before... Live From St.John's, Its Saturday Night, Lets Rock This F**king Place!" - St. John's September 24th
Eddie Vedder
Allen: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
Woman: Yes, it is.
Allen: What does it say to you?
Woman: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless, bleak straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.
Allen: What are you doing Saturday night?
Woman: Committing suicide.
Allen: What about Friday night?Woody Allen
Chase, Chevy
Chase, Salmon P.
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