A lot of people think international relations is like a game of chess. But it's not a game of chess, where people sit quietly, thinking out their strategy, taking their time between moves. It's more like a game of billiards, with a bunch of balls clu...
Jacob: The skin under your eyes is starting to look like Hugh Hefner's ball sack. Cal: [Carefully looks at himself on mirror and sighs... ] Yes, it is.
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] For two days and two fuckin' nights, we beat the shit out of this guy. I mean, we even stuck ice-picks in his balls.
[Goldfinger is cheating at golf, with the help of Oddjob] Hawker: If that's his original ball, I'm Arnold Palmer. James Bond: 'Tisn't. Hawker: How do you know? James Bond: I'm standing on it.
Lt. Muldoon: Where are my men? Abby: [throws a bag to Lt. Muldoon] I put several right here. Lt. Muldoon: What the fuck is this? Abby: Their balls, sweetheart.
Goblin Gunner: FIRE! [He touches a match to the cannon, and a spiked ball fires. The heroes duck, and it smashes into a wall, sticking there] Goblin Cannonball: I hit something! Yes? No?
Bud White: The Nite Owl case made you. Do you want to tear all that down? Ed Exley: With a wrecking ball... You want to help me swing it?
[Bud grabs Johnny Stompanato by the testicles to get him to talk] Bud White: What do I get if I give you your balls back, you wop cocksucker?
[after the hockey ball rolls into the gutter] Young Dave: I guess I don't know my own strength. Young Jimmy: [Sarcastically] You know, Dave, that must be it.
Malik El Djebena: What do you got? Ryad: Testicle cancer. Malik El Djebena: [laughing] Cancer on your balls? Ryad: Stop shouting! Why not make an announcement?
Benny Rodriguez: [referring to the chewed-up baseball] That's really nice of you, but that ball really is signed by Babe Ruth. Mr. Mertle: So's this one... with the rest of the 1927 Yankees.
Timmy: Smalls, you mean to tell me you went home, swiped a ball that was signed by BABE RUTH, brought it out here and actually played with it? Tommy: And actually played with it?
[In the ring, before the fight with Wolverine] Emcee: Whatever you do, don't hit him in the balls. Stu: You said "anything goes"! Emcee: Anything goes, but he'll take it personal.
I said I would do all the films about the commercials, and the films about ball-bearings and Ford tractors and so on, if once a year they gave me money for a free film.
When I started in the clubs, I had to work places where didn't nobody else want to work. I had to do clubs where street gangs were, had to do motorcycle gangs, gay balls and things of that nature.
When I'm directing actors, I often find myself slipping in sports metaphors, like: 'Don't go for the punch line here, just put it up on a T-ball stand so she can hit it out of the park.'
Playing sport was somewhat frivolous, but I liked it. I rebelled a little bit, and wouldn't go to music lessons and things like that, but I would go and play ball. My parents learned to love it because they saw how much I got out of it.
Because of my childhood where I was constantly by myself, I always feel lonely. I have a lot of people that I absolutely love and I know love me but I can't get rid of that feeling of loneliness no matter who I'm with - even with my children.
I've realized that although Valentine's Day can be a cheesy money-making stint to most people, it's a day of expressing love across the world. It doesn't have to only be between lovers, but by telling a friend that you care, or even an old person tha...
Like many men who play tennis, when I hit a ball into the net, I tend to look daggers at my racket, reproaching it for playing so badly when I myself have been trying so hard.
Men can be men and still get excited about other men kicking a ball around and they're never mocked, whereas it's easy for women to take mocking on board, to be belittled. Because we're used to it.
