Tuco: [to Corporal Wallace] I told you once, friend, if I ever get you down, you're going to need a lot of help to get back up again!
Timon: Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it. Right? Young Simba: Right. Timon: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Frankie likes to say that boxing is an unnatural act, that everything in boxing is backwards: sometimes the best way to deliver a punch is to step back... But step back too far and you ain't fighting at all.
Clark: Could I do your back, honey? Ellen Griswold: I've already done my back. Clark: Could I do your front? Ellen Griswold: Go do your own front.
Luke: I want my lamp back. I'm gonna need it to get out of this slimy mudhole. Yoda: Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is!
Han Solo: You said you wanted to be around when I made a mistake, well, this could be it, sweetheart. Princess Leia: I take it back.
Lando: [to Han] You know, seeing you sure brings back a few things. Yeah, I'm responsible now, the price you pay for being successful.
Shrek: Back off! Donkey: YOU back off! Shrek: This is MY swamp! Donkey: OUR swamp! Shrek: Let go, Donkey! Donkey: YOU let go! Shrek: Stubborn jackass! Donkey: Smelly ogre! Shrek: ...Fine!
Padmé: Obi-Wan? Is Anakin all right? [Obi-Wan looks at her sadly and does not answer. He brushes her hair back. Padme drops back into unconsciousness]
Like every artist that comes out, you want to make a mark; you want to be a household name and you want to be someone that people are going to look back in ten years/fifteen years' time and go, 'I love this guy Olly Murs. He was brilliant back in the...
Susan Orlean: It's over. Everything's over. I did everything wrong. I want my life back. I want it back before everything got fucked up. I want to be a baby again. I want to be new. I WANT TO BE NEW.
Robbie Turner: ...if all we have rests in a few moments in a library three and a half years ago, then I don't know... I don't... Cecilia Tallis: Robbie... look at me. Look at me. Come back. Come back to me.
Enzo: You were right. Jacques: About what? Enzo: It's much better down there... It's a better place... Jacques: no... Enzo: Push me back in the water... Jacques: No, I couldn't... Enzo: Jacques... Take me back down... Please...
I explained I wanted to descend as quickly as possible to camp IV in order to warm myself and gather a supply of hot drink and oxygen in the event I might need to go back up the mountain to assist descending climbers.
I feel privileged and honored to have flown. It's been a tremendous ride, looking back on the legacy and accomplishments, like the Hubble telescope and the launching of the International Space Station in 1998.
My first job when I got my equity card was acting in 14 plays back-to-back. Playing that many roles, you look for ways of differentiating the characters physically, which goes hand in hand with understanding them psychologically.
I have never had a problem with national service. I am not sure the draft is the way to go about it, but I am positive that you live in a society and you take from this society, which every citizen here does. You owe something back to this country, a...
But - but the greatest way to witness is by walking that straight and narrow and also realizing that you're going to mess up. That's what grace is for. We're going to fall, but we've got to get back up. And you've got to improve. And that's what I'm ...
It's like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across you back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
One thing work gives is the joy of not working, a minute here or there when I stand and only breathe, receiving the good of the air. It comes back. Good work done comes back into the mind, a free breath drawn.
Sometimes those experiences crowd back upon the memory, and the past flashes back like a distant peak momentarily lighted up by sunbeam piercing through the clouds. Then oblivion again. Strange it is how the prosaic present may hide the exciting past...
