Hiro: [feeling baymax's exterior] Vinyl? Tadashi: I wanted to give him a more nice, huggable kinda look. Hiro: [amused] Looks like a walking marshmallow. [to baymax] Hiro: No offense. Baymax: I am a robot, I cannot be offended.
[Enzo pulls out a cigarette inside of a diving bell] Noireuter: Smoking is absolutely forbidden. Enzo: It isn't lit yet. Noireuter: You shouldn't even carry cigarettes on board. Enzo: Listen, we're not supposed to piss either, but it doesn't stop you...
Uncle Louis: [to Johana] So, where are you from, Henrietta? Jacques: Johana! New York! Uncle Louis: New YORK? What KIND of a name is that? Johanna: No, I'm *from* new York Uncle Louis: Oh Yes! The best lays are from New York!
The Dude: Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not "Mr. Lebowski". You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.
The Dude: Yeah, well. The Dude abides. The Stranger: The Dude abides. I don't know about you but I take comfort in that. It's good knowin' he's out there. The Dude. Takin' 'er easy for all us sinners. Shoosh. I sure hope he makes the finals.
The Dude: Look, just stay away from my fucking lady friend. Da Fino: Hey, I'm not messing with your special lady. The Dude: She's not my special lady, she's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive, man!
Maude Lebowski: Do you like sex, Mr. Lebowski? The Dude: 'Scuse me? Maude Lebowski: Sex. The physical act of love. Coitus. Do you like it? The Dude: I was talking about my rug. Maude Lebowski: You're not interested in sex? The Dude: You mean coitus?
Walter Sobchak: Now that is just ridiculous, Dude. Nobody is going to cut your dick off. Not if I have anything to say about it. The Dude: Thank you Walter, that makes me feel very secure, it makes me feel very warm inside.
Agnes Lowzier: A half-smart guy, that's what I always draw. Never once a man who's smart all the way around the course. Never once. Philip Marlowe: I hurt you much, sugar? Agnes Lowzier: You and every other man I've ever met.
Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common." "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.
I’m glad I married you too, Harper,” I whispered into her hair, “because I’m in love with you.” But she didn’t hear, gone into a dream.
A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.
Good choice, Polly,” she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair. “You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will be…
Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
I used to wonder why I had hair on my legs, but now I know it's for my toddler sons and daughters to pull themselves up off the ground with as I scream in pain.
Hold your head up! Throw you shoulders back! It's the cheapest way to tell the world you're somebody!
Sometimes there’s no cure for the crazy.” Dale sighed, stroking my hair. “I think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that’s the cure.
What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.
She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.
See? Instead of thinking of a way to help my people, all I can think of is the smell of your hair and that small dimple on your cheek when you smile.” (Victor)
Failure gives the bald hairs; equips the novice with experience. The learner, sooner or later, becomes a teacher by it.
