The beautiful thing about hip-hop is it's like an audio collage. You can take any form of music and do it in a hip-hop way and it'll be a hip-hop song. That's the only music you can do that with.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Playing characters who are wonderful and beautiful is hard because you don't feel like that most of the time... well, I don't. It's like this whole heart-throb nonsense. It's flattering, but that's not how I feel in the morning. It's something that g...
My teeth are all right, but they are not American teeth, and my hair is not thick and luscious. Los Angeles is dense with beautiful people, and most of the men who are aspiring actors are 5ft 5in, so I tower above them.
Capturing intimacy is pretty much the only thing I'm interested in. That's what excites me and what I find beautiful in movies personally - that almost obscene sense that we shouldn't be this close to these people. I find that very inviting and meani...
Carolyn Burnham: Uh, whose car is that out front? Lester Burnham: Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I've always wanted and now I have it. I rule!
Carolyn Burnham: Oh, I see. You think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated here? Lester Burnham: I'm not? Well, then, come on, baby, I'm ready!
Lester Burnham: This isn't life, it's just stuff. And it's become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that's just nuts.
Lester Burnham: [narrating] That's my wife, Carolyn. See the way the handle on her pruning shears matches her gardening clogs? That's not an accident.
Carolyn Burnham: This is a $4,000 sofa, upholstered in Italian silk. This is not just a couch. Lester Burnham: [shouts, pounding a couch pillow to each syllable] It's just a couch!
Angela Hayes: If people I don't even know look at me and want to fuck me, it means I really have a shot at being a model.
Lester Burnham: Man, oh man. Man, oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man. [last words, while looking at a picture of his family]
Jane Burnham: Somebody should just put him out of his misery. Ricky Fitts: Do you want me to kill him? Jane Burnham: Yeah, would you?
Aladdin: Princess Jasmine, you're very... Genie: Wonderful! Magnificent! Glorious! Punctual! Aladdin: Punctual! Princess Jasmine: Punctual? Genie: Sorry. Aladdin: Uh, beautiful! Genie: Nice recovery.
Beast: I want to do something for her... but what? Cogsworth: Well, there's the usual things: flowers... chocolates... promises you don't intend to keep...
[singing] Gaston, Lefou: No one plots like Gaston. Gaston: Takes cheap shots like Gaston. Lefou: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston!
Villagers: [singing] Raise the flag, sing the song, here we come, we're fifty strong, and fifty Frenchmen can't be wrong... Let's kill the Beast!
Beast: I'll show you to your room. Belle: My room? But I thought... Beast: Do you wanna stay in the tower? Belle: No. Beast: Then follow me.
Nicole: You don't seem like you're from around here. Brandon: Where... where do I seem like I'm from? Nicole: Someplace... beautiful.
Virgil Oldman: [Inspecting a painting] It's a fake. First daughter: How is that possible? It's beautiful! Virgil Oldman: I didn't say it was ugly, I said it wasn't authentic.
A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.
