The thing I love about diving is the flowing feeling. I like a sport where the whole point is to move as little as humanly possible so your air supply will last longer. That's my kind of sport. Where the amount of effort spent is absolutely minimal.
Luke: Oh come on. Stop beatin' it. Get out there yourself. Stop feedin' off me. Get out of here. I can't breathe. Give me some air.
Ralphie: I want an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle! Mrs. Parker: No, you'll shoot your eye out.
H. H. Hughson: The pastries are light as air. John Robie: Germaine has very sensitive hands and an exceedingly light touch. She strangled a German general - without a sound.
Billy Costigan: There was a cop leaving when I came in. Madolyn: How did you know he was a cop? Billy Costigan: Know, bad haircut, no dress sense, and, you know, a slight air of scumbag entitlement.
Mr. Wiatt: I was in my room for 2 hours and saw one parent. Where are they? Where is everybody? It's uncanny, no air raid sirens, not bombs. It doesn't happen that way. It starts with a whisper, and then nothing.
Arif: There are four main elements that exist naturally in the world. Fire, Water, Earth, Wood! Commander Logar: Wood? Shouldn't it be "Air"? Arif: Wood, for sure! Did it touch you? I said "that exist naturally"!
Captain Ramius: [to the Political Officer, as he gasps for air on the floor after his neck broken] Where I am going, you cannot follow.
[first lines] Prince Eric: Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face. Aaah, the perfect day to be at sea! Grimsby: [leaning over rail] Oh, yes urp delightful.
[on the mountain] Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air. Gandalf: It's Saruman! [avalanches start] Aragorn: He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back! Gandalf: No!
Gandalf: [pointing to a tunnel] There! Merry: He remembered! Gandalf: No, but the air doesn't smell so foul here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.
[rolling around on the floor, waving her legs in the air] Premium Fantasy woman: Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!
Howard Beale: No, no. I'm gonna blow my brains out right on the air, right in the middle of the 7 O'clock news. Max Schumacher: You'll get a hell of a rating, I'll guarantee you that. 50 share easy.
Narrator: "The Mao Tse-Tung Hour" went on the air March 14th. It received a 47 share. The network promptly committed to 15 shows with an option for 10 more. There were the usual contractual difficulties.
Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it? John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.
Margaret: Have you really been to the East Indies, Colonel? Colonel Brandon: I have. Margaret: What's it like? Sir John Middleton: Like? Hot. Colonel Brandon: [mysteriously] The air is full of spices.
Ryan Bingham: You know why kids love athletes? Bob: Because they screw lingerie models. Ryan Bingham: No, that's why we love athletes. Kids love them because they follow their dreams.
Ryan Bingham: Now, I'm gonna set that backpack on fire. What do you want to take out of it? Photos? Photos are for people who can't remember. Drink some ginko and let the photos burn.
Ryan Bingham: Personally? This the most personal situation you'll going to enter, so before you try to revolutionize my business, I'd like to know you actually know my business.
[in ancient Egypt, a young boy assembles a pyramid in mid-air] Crowd: [kneels and chants] En Sabah Nur! En Sabah Nur! En Sabah Nur! En Sabah Nur!
Wichita: You have just survived the zombie apocalypse and drove half way across the country... where are you gonna go? Little Rock: [sticks arms up in air] I'm going to Pacific Playland! Woo!
