Shopmas now begins on Thanksgiving Day. Apparently, escaping the families you cannot stand to spend another minute with on Thanksgiving Day to go buy them gifts is how some Americans show their affection for one another. Weird.
Most companies that go through layoffs are never the same. They don't recover because trust is broken. And if you're not honest at the point where you're breaking trust anyway, you will never recover.
Rita Vrataski: Why does it matter what happens to me? Lt. Col. Bill Cage: I wish I didn't know you, but I do.
Bill Foster: [Two LA gangbangers threaten to charge Foster a toll for crossing their turf, Foster responds] Listen fellows, I've had a really rare morning...
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [after being put in solitary confinement] All I wanted me was a little cornbread, motherfuckers! All I wanted me was a little cornbread!
Bill: Well draw it mildly son. Happy Jack don't fill his lungs without I tell him he may do so.
Doug Billings: Tracy did mention we shouldn't let him gamble. Or drink too much. Phil Wenneck: Jesus, he's like a gremlin. Comes with instructions and shit.
Sid Garner: Don't let Alan drive, because there's something wrong with him. Doug Billings: Understood. Sid Garner: Oh, and Phil either. I don't like him.
[first lines] Doug Billings: [on recording] Hey, you've reached Doug. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave a name and number and I'll get back to you.
Bill Steiner: Hey I think someone just shot a torpedo at us! Capt. Bart Mancuso: No shit, Buckwheat, now get the hell out of here!
Billy Mack: Hiya kids. Here is an important message from your Uncle Bill. Don't buy drugs. Become a pop star, and they give you them for free!
[Hickock has pulled a gun on a man for yelling] Jack Crabb: Listen; what are you so nervous about? Wild Bill Hickock: [pouring a drink] Gettin' shot.
Ghost of Christmas Past: There was of course, another Christmas Eve with this young woman. Some years later. Ebenezer Scrooge: Oh please... do not show me that Christmas.
Bill Lumbergh: [in Peter's dream, Lumbergh is oiled up and having sex] You can just go ahead and move a little bit to the left. Yeah, that's it. Great.
Bill Lumbergh: Oh, and remember: next Friday... is Hawaiian shirt day. So, you know, if you want to, go ahead and wear a Hawaiian shirt and jeans.
Charlie: Did you have fun on your break? Bill: More fun than you're gonna have today, Sinatra.
Bill Cox: [about Karl] The son-of-a-bitch's a regular Eli Whitney on a lawn mower and *loves* French fries. 'Son-of-a-bitch can eat four larges and not even belch.
Little Bill Daggett: [talking to English Bob, and refering to a book] That you here, Bob, on the cover? "The Duck of Death?" W.W. Beauchamp: Duke. It's the Duke. "Duke of Death."
When does money run out of time? The countdown begins when investable assets pose too much risk for too little return; when lenders desert credit markets for other alternatives such as cash or real assets.
Tragically, policymakers have thrown horrendous amounts of taxpayer money needed for other purposes at solving an unsubstantiated emergency. It is scandalous that so many climate scientists who fully knew that Al Gore had no basis for his irresponsib...
Let me tell you something: I have members in my charter who, after paying their rent and house bills and taking care of their families, don't even have enough money left over to pay the fifteen dollars a week dues.
