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A catchphrase (or catch-phrase) is a phrase or expression recognized by its repeated utterance. Such phrases often originate in popular culture and in the arts, and typically spread through a variety of mass media (such as literature and publishing, motion pictures, television and radio), as well as word of mouth. Some become the de facto "trademark" or "signature" of the person or character with whom they originated, and can be instrumental in the typecasting (beneficially or otherwise) of a particular actor.
According to Richard Harris, a psychology professor at Kansas State University who studied why people like to cite films in social situations, using film quotes in everyday conversation is similar to telling a joke and a way to form solidarity with others. "People are doing it to feel good about themselves, to make others laugh, to make themselves laugh", he said. He found that all of the participants in his study had used film quotes in conversation at one point or another. "They overwhelmingly cited comedies, followed distantly by dramas and action adventure flicks." Horror films, musicals and children's films were hardly ever cited.
David Andrew "Andy" Samberg (born August 18, 1978) is an American actor, comedian, rapper, and writer best known as a member of the comedy group The Lonely Island and as a cast member on Saturday Night Live from 2005 to 2012. On Saturday Night Live, he and The Lonely Island have been credited with popularizing the Emmy-winning SNL Digital Shorts, the comical short films and music videos starring Samberg and other members of the SNL cast. As a film actor, Samberg has appeared in Hot Rod; Space Chimps; Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist; I Love You, Man; Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs; Friends with Benefits; and What's Your Number?
Samberg was born in Mill Valley California, the son of Joe Samberg, a photographer, and Margi (née Marrow), an elementary school teacher who taught at Old Mill School. Samberg also has two sisters, Johanna and Darrow. He was raised in a Jewish household. His maternal grandfather, Alfred J. Marrow, served as the executive chair of the American Jewish Congress, although Samberg describes himself as "not particularly religious." Samberg discovered Saturday Night Live as a child while sneaking past his parents to watch professional wrestling on television. He became "obsessed" with the show, and his devotion to comedy became frustrating to teachers who felt he was unfocused on his schoolwork.
Hugh Michael Jackman (born 12 October 1968) is an Australian actor and producer who is involved in film, musical theatre, and television.
Jackman has won international recognition for his roles in major films, notably as action/superhero, period and romance characters. He is known for his role as Wolverine in the X-Men film series, as well as for his leads in Kate & Leopold, Van Helsing, The Prestige, Australia, and Real Steel. Jackman is a singer, dancer, and actor in stage musicals, and won a Tony Award for his role in The Boy from Oz.
In November 2008, Open Salon named Jackman one of the sexiest men alive. Later that same month, People magazine named Jackman "Sexiest Man Alive."
A three-time host of the Tony Awards, winning an Emmy Award for one of these appearances, Jackman also hosted the 81st Academy Awards on 22 February 2009.
Jackman was born in Sydney, New South Wales, the youngest of five children of English parents Chris Jackman and Grace Watson, and the second child to be born in Australia (he also has a younger half-sister, from his mother's re-marriage). One of his paternal great-grandfathers was Greek. His parents divorced when he was eight, and he remained with his accountant father and siblings, while his mother moved back to England. As a child, Jackman liked the outdoors, spending a lot of time at the beach and on camping trips and vacations all over Australia. He wanted to see the world: "I used to spend nights looking at atlases. I decided I wanted to be a chef on a plane. Because I'd been on a plane and there was food on board, I presumed there was a chef. I thought that would be an ideal job."
[KatchPhraze]
"It's like nowadays all this hip hop is all about getting paid
and letting everyone else know about it. (It's wack.)
We forgot where it all started, where it's supposed to be going
But I'm here to change all that... because it has to be done.
So without further adieux.."
[Pharoahe Monch] "Lemme introduce myself"
When this mic's in my hand it's like grains for sand
Time is ticking so I'm moving 'to bigger and better plans
With my name up in lights scrolled across billboards
While gun clappin' happy crowds are doing rounds of applause
Emcees flap their jaws and still reep the bennifits
Since 95' and they're the reason that hip hops turned to shit
From the moment that I stepped on the stage I got my wreck on
Expressing what up until now wsa getting slept on
I opened up your eyes to late sessions in the parks
when the only light we had was off the Blunts that we sparked
Moved on to new misions between the fake and the real
Record deal hungry artists 'got the wrong crowd appeal, in they' sights
Ain't it funny dirty money's turnin' Honest Ed
into a thief, sleepin' on my record release
Date, wait till your putting down a sound of your own
Then vacate cause this ain't home no more, so get gone
It's all wrong and Bass Akwards
These wack rappers want a tip?go off roading in a Geo Tracker
It's hip hop
It's mic turntables and beat box
It's the breakers in the circles pumping up they' reebox
In my name in grafitti scrolled across the walls
And it's the love that I'm gettin' from all of ya'll
Keep the thugs in the clubs , we'll keep the image legit
I dedicate this song to everyone who said you ain't shit, word up
[Chorus]
[L da Head Toucha] "Holler For a Dolla"
[Juice] "Shut the Hell Up"
[Planet Asia] "Half these rappers started rappin' a couple a' gold chains ago"
[Akbar] "It's Hip Hop"
[Mad Skillz] "So who the fuck are you?"
[J-Live] "exploited by many, understood by few"
This is my life
This is what I strive for
The only thing I'd die for
The reason that I opened up my eye for'
I live it, breath it, feel it, need it, fall asleep to it
Wake up in the morning with my clock bumpin' music
Frequent my job's bathroom, HandyCap Stalls
Writin' songs down on toilet paper pressed against the wall
Or recitin' rhymes at three in the morn' on school nights
with the system thumpin on my way to meet you in the park fights
Hit up shows left and right to get my name known
Rhyming in the basement on a 20 dollar microphone
I drove my parents nuts with my walk man, head nodding
Trailing off during the lectures while they're still talking
At times in life I wrote songs of broken hearts
And battles won by reputation 'fore the verse even starts
And I...put my heart into it when I press it to wax
Forever, I keeps it baggy with my hat to the back
Finally the long awaited let tha whole world peep it
And Lemmie let you in on a secret yo
[Chorus]
[L da Head Toucha] "Holler For a Dolla"
[Juice] "Shut the Hell Up"
[Planet Asia] "Half these rappers started rappin' a couple a' gold chains ago"
[Akbar] "It's Hip Hop"
[Mad Skillz] "So who the fuck are you?"
[J-Live] "exploited by many, understood by few"
I remember back in the days when I was first starting out
Writing songs not even I knew what the fuck they' about
Oh how I've come along since over other's instrumentals
Paying for open mics so I could boost my credentials
Like a basement chemist, making moves independent
It's slow as hell, especially when your face is blemished
And with candy coated bullshit flooding our magazines
That's the furthest thing from hip hop I've ever seen
I hate to crush dreams like castles of plastacine
But trends go up and down like kids on trampolines
Stand on the finest green and watch my neighbours starrin' jealous
While fellow emcees fall behind because they acted over zealous
I grew up on the right side of town left handed
Stuck here to fend for my own, left stranded
Spending overtime with this shit just like you
Hate on me, I dedicate this right back to spite you
A brand new jack rappin for the does? I'm not
I'm gettin' slept on for lack of dreadlocks when I rock
Who woulda' thought all this talk would play out to real life?
Maybe the time in that basement wasn't wasted with a mic
In my hand it's precise where it happens son
Come one day, gone the next like fashion
Whatcha gonna' do when your computer starts crashin'?
Or someone sees through your weak threats with lack of action
Shit that don't matter, your topics are too soft?
I release my bloated bladder the moment I'm pissed off
I'm sick of hearing circa early 80's ripped off
By these corny mutherfuckers too scared to lip off
My soul is not for sale, I don't need to hear the cost