Raven: [turning blue] What's the matter, baby? Don't you think I look prettier like this?
Luisa: You get babies to look after, you end up changing their diapers!
It's really difficult working with kids and with babies because they are not cooperative subjects: they are not socialized into the idea that they should cheerfully and cooperatively give you information. They're not like undergraduates, who you can ...
I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin; but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace.
I didn't see how wearing prosthetics was quite so different from being born with flaming red hair in a crowd of black-haired babies, or being of a different religion from that of every other child in your area.
The difference in my body from pre-pregnancy to post-baby was night and day. I didn't have the strength, I didn't have the flexibility, I didn't have the stamina, I didn't have the mobility. I felt like I was handicapped.
My psycho-analytic work has convinced me that when in the baby's mind the conflicts between love and hate arise, and the fears of losing the loved one become active, a very important step is made in development.
When your co-stars are 9-month-old babies, you fall in love. You start thinking, When am I going to have my own?
Some of us are born with a weakness for music. As a baby, music would stop whatever thought I was having. If I was worried, it would stop me worrying; if I was crying, it would stop me crying. Music was a healing thing for me.
I'm saddened to see that everyone's pitched out the baby with the bath, in that we say that it can't be one or the other, it could be both. I mean, just because we listen to classical music doesn't mean that we can't listen to jazz.
In a first pregnancy, you don't have a child yet, so you can nap and see movies and exercise. The notion of 'baby' is abstract. You look at the ultrasound and don't really understand that the creature you're seeing is soon going to be your roommate.
David Huxley: How can all these things happen to just one person?
Susan Vance: I won't leave you, David! I love you! David Huxley: What?
Susan Vance: You've just had a bad day, that's all. David Huxley: That's a masterpiece of understatement.
David Huxley: But Susan, you can't climb in a man's bedroom window! Susan Vance: I know, it's on the second floor!
Alice Swallow: Oh David, what have you done? David Huxley: Just name anything, and I've done it.
Mrs. Random: What are you doing? David Huxley: [exasperated and wearing Susan's negligee] I'm sitting in the middle of 42nd Street waiting for a bus!
[while they are driving around in the shopping mall with 2 police cars on their tail] Elwood: Baby clothes... Jake: This place has got everything.
Dr. Emmett Brown: If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour... you're gonna see some serious shit.
Marty McFly: [to Uncle Joey as a baby, playing in his playpen] So you're my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Now, if my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles an hour, you're going to see some serious shit!