Melvin Udall: Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City "Sailor wanna hump-hump" bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.
Frank: Wilma, I promise you; whatever scum did this, not one man on this force will rest one minute until he's behind bars. Now, let's grab a bite to eat.
Doctor: Ray, do you know how much a candy bar costs? Raymond: 'Bout a hundred dollars. Doctor: Do you know how much one of those new compact cars costs? Raymond: 'Bout a hundred dollars.
Duncan: I wish I could stay here forever. Owen: You're going to love the winters. They're pretty spectacular. Painting houses until it gets too cold, bar backing at some dive, talking to inanimate objects.
FBI Agent: Mrs. Curtis, did you hear me? It's your husband's life, or your case of Wonka bars. Mrs. Curtis: [after a brief pause] How long will they give me to think it over?
Fix-It Felix: What's he say, what's he say...? [imitating Ralph] Fix-It Felix: I'm gonna wreck it! [Felix hits the prison bars with his hammer... which reappear, thicker and stronger] Fix-It Felix: Why do I fix EVERYTHING I touch?
Frank Lucas: Do you really think putting me behind bars is going to change anything on the streets? The dope fiends is going to shoot it, they're going to steal it, they're going to die for it, putting me in prison isn't going to change anything
Margie MacDougall: [outside Baxter's apartment on Christmas Eve, after leaving a bar] Night like this, it sorta spooks you, walking into an empty apartment. C.C. Baxter: I said I had no family; I didn't say I had an empty apartment.
Murph: [reacting to the lights at Bob's Country Bar being turned off] Hey, why'd they turn out the lights? Willie 'Too Big' Hall: Maybe they blew a fuse. 'Blue Lou' Marini: I don't think so, man! Those lights are off on purpose.
Valentin: What the hell? Adèle: Why tell everyone we went to a gay bar? Why the fuck would you do that? Valentin: It's not the end of the world... Adèle: It is! They all think I'm a lesbian, eat pussy, and check out her ass!
Knox Harrington: So you're Lebowski. Maudie's told me all about you. She'll be back in a moment, sit down. Would you like a drink? The Dude: [as he sits down] Uh, yeah. White Russian? Knox Harrington: The bar's over there.
A city like London is sociable in a sense that there are people gathering in bars and restaurants, concerts and lectures. Yet you can partake of all these experiences and never say hello to anyone new. And one of the things that all religions do is t...
My question was:How did I go from merely seeing the dirty French Santa in a bar to being in his hotel room the next morning? And this presented me with an actual equation. How did one plus one equal old French Santa?
I struggled with being a Latino growing up in Los Angeles. I felt very American. I still do. I went to 35 bar mitzvahs before I went to a single quinceanera. I could talk all day about my culture and what it means to me.
For animals that are overworked, underfed, and cruelly treated; for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; for all that must be put to death...and fo...
I remember my agent at ICM at the beginning of my career telling me that I wasn't pretty enough, that I was always going to be a quirky sidekick. And he was an ogre of a man. He should have been carrying a torch. If he was in a bar, he couldn't have ...
The state of North Carolina, Daisy, and John Wayne walked into a bar, and I shouted, “Duke!” and the bartender threw me out, because he was a Chapel Hill fan, and I was drunk.
Apparently unaffected, she rose. "Yeah, you're probably right. I should be going." She feigned a yawn. "You've gotta head back to work and I've gotta head to jail. Big night for me. I'm planning to shiv someone for a bar of soap. --
Hans clacked his side-lips. "Do you have the sentence in your head that tomorrow's procession will halt this pest of yours, that it will bar the small-lives from the High Woods?" "If it is as you say, no. No more than prayer can stay a charging horse...
I was no longer troubled when he pulled out a machete in a crowded bar, tried to pick up schoolgirls, or threatened to scalp us, then rip off our heads and scoop out our brains.
A blanket, when taken to the top of a mountain and laid flat, could be painted orange and used as a landing pad for when the aliens come to earth to save humanity. The only problem is, with it being painted orange, what if the construction workers ar...
