*walk* Quotes

Rocky: [apparently training the chickens] And left, two, three, and right, two, three and... stop right there.
[chickens stop leaning to the side, confused]
Rocky: Oh, yeah. Down.
[chickens stoop]
Rocky: All right, now: make little circles.
[chickens start to spin]
Rocky: That's it,

faster, faster... yeah, that hits the spot...
Ginger: [Ginger looks up only to see Rocky sighing in contentment getting massaged; she walks over and clears throat; other chickens wander away, embarrassed] I thought you were going to teach us how to fly.
Rocky: That's what I'm doing.
Ginger: Isn't there usually some flapping

involved?
Rocky: Hey. Do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax. We're making progress!
Ginger: Really? I can't help feeling we're going around in circles.
[motions to the spinning chickens behind her]
Rocky: What the - ? Hey! Cut it out! You're making *me* dizzy!
[chickens stop and start stumbling dizzily]

Rocky: I think they're ready to fly now.
Ginger: Good. Because they certainly can't *walk* anymore.

[first lines]
Philippe Petit: "Why?" That is the question people ask me most. Pourquoi? Why? For what? Why do you walk on the wire? Why do you tempt fate? Why do you risk death. But, I don't think of it this way. I never even say this word, death. La mort. Yes of okay, I said it once, or maybe three times, just now... But watch, I *will* not say it again. Instead, I use the

opposite word. Life. For me, to walk on the wire, this is life. C'est la vie.
Philippe Petit: [now standing in the torch of the Statue of Liberty] So, picture with me it's 1974, New York city, and I am in love with two buildings - two towers. Or as everyone in the world will calls them, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. They call to me. These towers, they stir

something inside of me, and they inspire in me a dream. My dream is to hang a high-wire between those twin towers, and *walk* on it! Of course, uh, this is impossible, not to mention, illegal. So, why attempt the impossible? Why follow your dream? But, I cannot answer this question why, not with words. But I can show you how i happened. And so, we must go back in time, and across the ocean,

because my love affair with these beautiful towers did not begin in New York. In case you couldn't tell, I'm not from here. No, my story begins in another one of the world's most beautiful cities, se Paris.