[last lines] Merrick's Mother: Never. Oh, never. Nothing will die. The stream flows, the wind blows, the cloud fleets, the heart beats. Nothing will die.
[the recruits have administered a "sock party" beating on Private Pyle] Private Cowboy: Remember, this was all just a bad dream, fat boy!
Shep Proudfoot: [beating Carl Showalter violently] Fucking little weasel! Fuck you! You fucking motherfucker son of a bitch! Fucking cock! Jesus Christ! You fucking shitbag motherfucker!
Fast Eddie: I'm the best you ever seen, Fats. I'm the best there is. And even if you beat me, I'm still the best. Bert Gordon: Stay with this kid; he's a LOSER.
Tom Stall: [about Jack beating up Bobby] What the hell were you thinking? Jack Stall: I wasn't thinking. Tom Stall: Obviously not.
Keith Frazier: You planned every inch of this thing right from the start, you got everybody marching to your beat, including me, and i'm through buying it!
Emmet: That's the signal, but the shield is still up. Batman: Then I guess we'll just have to wing it. [Beat] Batman: That's a bat pun.
Beefy: [beating up Moe] Who you protecting, you dumb asshole? A stoolie who rats on his own friends? They were your friends too!
Dae-su Oh: Can 10 years' worth of imaginary training... be put to use? Dae-su Oh: [Dae-su beats up his assailants] Apparently, it can.
C. K. Dexter Haven: I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
[first lines] First police officer: Get up, get up. Mixed up in that beating on 12th street, huh? Second police officer: No. Plain drunkenness.
Joe Gillis: [voice-over] The whole place seemed to have been stricken with a kind of creeping paralysis - out of beat with the rest of the world, crumbling apart in slow motion.
Irene Adler: [as her thugs are getting ready to beat Holmes] Be careful with the face, boys! We do have a dinner date tonight.
Tony: [angrily] I ain't playing anymore, CAN'T ANY OF YOU GET THAT? Anybodys, Tomboy: [agitatedly] BUT THE GANG! Tony: You're a girl! be a girl and beat it!
Generally speaking, we get the joke. We know that the free market is nonsense. We know that the whole point is to game the system, to beat the market or at least find someone who will pay you a lot of money, 'cause they're convinced that there is a f...
Mutual fund managers are trapped in this rather deadly vicious circle: the more successful they are, the more money flows into their mutual fund. Then, it is more difficult for them to beat the market averages or even to match their own past performa...
My father was an army champion boxer... in the British army. And so he loved boxing and talked it up as a sport. But then when my brother and I were beating the crap out of each other, he was always trying to tone it down. But I am a fan of boxing.
The Browning love story? It is an ideal, all too rare, and yet I hardly think it strange. It would have been far stranger had the fates allowed those two brilliant passionate souls to beat themselves out in silence.
I have a Kenwood charcoal grill. In our house, if anybody is cooking, it's me. I love making burgers. I love making pork tenderloin. Lamb chops I do on the grill a lot. But you just can't beat brats.
I love the percussion. It's a right brain, left brain thing. There are different beats, but cooperating together. It's your whole body doing it, you're doing the snare drum and the high top with your hands and the bass drum with your foot. You're thi...
I love music, and can dance on the desi beats. Punjabi music is my favourite. I listen to artists like Honey Singh. I love his music. I also love watching Bollywood films.
