Why couldn't my heart have picked him? Life would have been so much easier." "Because hearts are ornery, sneaky little bastards, designed to cause misery. They want what they want, and they don't give a damn about what would make life easier or harde...
[to Rotelli's charred and smoldering corpse] Joker: Your pals, uh, they're not bad people. Maybe we, uh, outta give them a couple of days to think it over. [shakes head] Joker: No? [looks surprised] Joker: Grease 'em now? Well, OK. You are a vicious ...
John: So they had the cash. Paul: And the puff. Dog: Cheeky bastards. Count it. John: Shit, Dog. There's a lot. Don't you wanna do it next door? Dog: We're not going next door until we flay them dead men walking.
Cpl. Judson: Bastard, 88, called me a coon. Spearchucker: Called you a what? Cpl. Judson: Coon. Spearchucker: OK, that's an old pro trick, to get you thrown out of the ball game. Cpl. Judson: Well... Spearchucker: Why don't you do the same thing to h...
John Hartigan: Nancy's car. Six miles from the farm. "Nobody but me can keep this heap running" she told me. Good girl. The car stalled out on that yellow bastard and you didn't tell him how to start it up again. You kept your mouth shut. I'll bet Ju...
Gorgeous George: It's a camp site, a pikey campsite... Tommy: Ten points. Gorgeous George: What we doing here? Tommy: We're buying a caravan. Gorgeous George: Off a pack of fuckin' pikeys? What's wrong with you? This will get messy. Tommy: Well not i...
[interrogating Frankie Flowers, in Spanish] General Salazar: They say in Latin, "In vino veritas". Wine tells the truth. Use this to write down the addresses of those bastards who killed my captains. And not where they were last week but where they a...
Malone: Isn't that just like a wop. Hoods: [He starts backing away from Malone] Malone: Brings a knife to a gun fight. Hoods: [He backs away faster] Malone: Get outta here you Dago Bastard! Hoods: [He runs out the door] Malone: Go on get your ass out...
Marwood: What happened to your cigar commercial? Withnail: That's what I want to know! What happened to my cigar commercial? What happened to my agent? Bastard must have died. Marwood: September. It's a bad patch. Withnail: Rubbish. Haven't seen Giel...
Pietro Maximoff: [speeding off with Wanda] Keep up, old man! Clint Barton: [drawing his bow] Nobody would know, No Body. "The last I saw him, when Ultron was sitting on him.uh... yeah, he'll be missed. That quick little bastard. I miss him already......
[Butch just rode with Etta on his bicycle] Sundance Kid: Hey, what are you doin'? Butch Cassidy: Stealin' your woman? Sundance Kid: [pause] Take her. [sigh] Sundance Kid: Take her. Butch Cassidy: Well, you're a romantic bastard, I'll give you that.
But Marisa already knew the answer and it was too late for recrimination. The chance of even a rational discussion of the problem was forever shut out of Mama’s brain. A brutal bastard was steadily sucking the intelligence and the very life from th...
The days and the light feel like brief moments of torture, put here to remind us of what we don’t have any more. Joy is instantaneous, that, is the wonder of joy. Misery and suffering sneak up on someone like a bastard. They drip into your brain sl...
Unlike your mother," she said, exhaling, "I told the culprit immediately. I thought at the very least he would visit me in the hospital after it was all done, but the son of a bitch sent me a get well card. Can you imagine? Serves me right for puttin...
It's a good thing you're an aging orphan," he murmured, gently pushing the hair away from her face. "I don't have to wait around to get anyone's permission." "Permission for what, you rat bastard?" she said. "Such language, dragon. I'm afraid you're ...
When you say, ‘Women are untrustworthy bitches. They lie and cheat and will nail anything that moves.’ Do you know what I hear from your lips? Listen now, for I shall tell you. I hear you speak these words: 'I am an untrustworthy bastard. I lie a...
When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at night are made for mediocre minds – like those horses that are equally good for saddle and carriage, the worst kind, t...
So here were the facts: I felt possessive of her. Not in a romantic sort of way, but in a "hit her over the head, drag her off by the hair, and fuck her" way. Like she was my toy and I was keeping the other boys in the sandbox from playing with her. ...
It ain't that you get religion. Religion gets you and then milks you dry. Won't let you drink a little whiskey. Won't let you make no fat-assed girls grin and giggle. Won't let you do a damn thing except work for what you'll get in the hearafter. I l...
I am Frustration. I am Memory-Lost. Sometimes I read a line a dozen times before it sticks. My creative force has slipped. I type slower, speak slower, think at a snail’s pace. I’m Life shapeshifted by Post Traumatic Stress, bastardized by Fate.
I don't want to hurt anyone" Laszlo fiddled with a button on his tux jacket. "Can't we convince the CIA that some of us are peaceful?" "we'll have to try" Angus folded his arms across his broad chest. "And if they doona believe we're peaceful, then w...
