Boys, particularly, like stories where they can have images in their imagination, where they can go to scary places and experiment with what can happen.
I love working with children and this young boy, Thomas Sangster, is quite a remarkable young actor. He raises your game, you know. He certainly raised mine.
If you're a person who complains about everything all the time, then you're just the boy who cried 'wolf.' But if you do it on occasion and about the right reasons, then people listen.
Having a little boy has taken me to a very deep place. I am starting to realize everything I ever worried about was such a waste of time.
For the longest time, you couldn't even say boys and girls were different. It was taboo in the educational world.
Boys in their twenties are a waste of time. They have nothing to offer conversationally; they're immature. I feel like I have a better shot with someone in his thirties.
I'm terrified that I'm genetically predisposed to only having boys. That's frightening. By the time I was 10 years old, and I'm not exaggerating, I knew how to patch drywall.
My first job was working at Benihana as kitchen help. In college, I was a telemarketer for a company at the same time I was a bike messenger for this greasy fast-food place.
A fairly bright boy is far more intelligent and far better company than the average adult.
Harry Callahan: [speaking into his hidden microphone] Couple of kids necking. Gonzales: Boys or girls?
Django: [to Big John Brittle] I like the way you die, boy.
Subway Vagrant: Father, could you help an old altar boy? I'm Cat'lick.
Narrator: I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy.
Mama Fratelli: The only thing we serve here is tongue! You boys like tongue?
Minnesota Fats: Big John, do you think this boy is a hustler?
Homer Stokes: Those boys desecrated a burning cross!
Sgt. Barnes: Boy, what you waiting for? Ain't gonna bite you. That's a good gook. Good and dead.
César Luciani: Thatta boy! Malik El Djebena: Just another Arab thinking with his balls.
Glen: That Buford's a sly one. Already knows his ABC's. Hit the deck, boy!
Medical Student: [about Dudley] Can the boy tell time? Raleigh: Oh, my Lord, no.
Luke: Watch that cross fire boys.
