Darn! what a beautiful night! Heading towards Pandara Road-Gulati Restaurant, with open windows of my baby sedan and this broad chest guy with big brown eyes. He hums the oldies well and his Issey Miyake is making me lose the grip over my senses. One...
Young Ed Bloom: I just saw the woman I'm going to marry. I know it. But I lost her. Amos Calloway: Oh, tough break. Well, most men have to get married *before* they lose their wives. Young Ed Bloom: I'm gonna spend every day for the rest of my life l...
Top Dollar: No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods'll notice us again, that's what I'm sayin'. I want all of you boys to be able to look me straight in the eye one more time and say: ARE WE HAVING FUN OR WHAT? Hey, you! What's your nam...
Dr. Egon Spengler: [about the storage facility] Wow, its getting crowded in there and these readings point to something big on the horizon. Winston Zeddemore: What do you mean big? Dr. Egon Spengler: Well, [shows a twinkie] Dr. Egon Spengler: let's s...
Big Joe: According to this map, we got a river to cross before we get into this town of yours. Kelly: Yeah, well there's a bridge right here, six miles out. Big Joe: There was a bridge. The Air Corps knocked every bridge out of that river months ago....
Tai Lung: [exhausted after fighting Po] You... can't defeat me! You... you're just a big... fat... panda! [He throws a weak punch, Po catches his hand by the finger] Po: I'm not a big fat panda. I'm THE big fat panda. [he raises his pinkie] Tai Lung:...
Johnny Caspar: You think that I'm some guinea, fresh off the boat, and you can kick me! But I'm too big for that now. I'm sick a' takin the scrap from you, Leo. I'm a' of marching into this goddamn office to kiss your Irish ass. And I'M SICK A' THE H...
When I first saw you, you were like . . . ' He shakes his head, tugs gently on my hair. 'A rainbow. I always knew you came with a storm.
You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.
When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.
If the bards of old the true has told The sirens have raven hair. But over the earth since art had birth, They paint the angels fair.
Whereas Angeline's antics made me want to pull out my hair sometimes, Trey found them endearing.
...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!
She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth.
In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room. ("Hair")
Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from love, from the maddest love!
A brick could be used as a Red Beard Replacement, for those of us who can’t grow facial hair, but desire the respect a beard brings.
