Billy Clanton: [as Doc Holliday is drunkenly playing a somber piece on the saloon piano, Clanton speaks, just as drunkenly] Is that "Old Dog Trey? Sounds like "Old Dog Trey." Doc Holliday: Pardon? Billy Clanton: Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Campt...
Billy Ray Valentine: [being pushed away by the doorman] Hey, man! I really don't appreciate this! I don't care what it is! A spiced ham! Anything! Some crackers! [the Dukes enter the building] Billy Ray Valentine: Thanks a lot. How'd you like a stump...
Billy Costigan: Listen, listen. I got like, like thirty thousand bucks, right? Insurance money. You know, after my mother passed and everything? Cousin Sean: Yeah, yeah. Billy Costigan: In your line of work, if I gave you like what, ten thousand, wha...
Billy Kramer: Who's gonna read me my bedtime stories? Ted Kramer: Mommy will. Billy Kramer: You're not gonna kiss me good night anymore, are you, Dad? Ted Kramer: No, I won't be able to do that. But, you know, I get to visit. It's gonna be ok, really...
Louis Winthorpe III: [after ruining the Dukes] Happy New Year! Randolph Duke: [hoarsely] Winthorpe. Mortimer Duke: [stunned] Valentine. Billy Ray Valentine: Hey! How'd y'all make out today? Mortimer Duke: How could you do this to us after everything ...
Rasa benci tidak mungkin sepenuhnya dibersihkan. Itulah hal yang harus kita terima, agar tetap punya sifat kuat dan agresif.
Yes, I was in that game where George Brett hit that home run. Billy saw there was too much pine tar on the bat and he went to the umpire, the next thing we knew they were fighting about it.
Harry Bailey: Uncle Billy, you haven't changed a bit. Uncle Billy: Nobody ever changes here, you know that.
Billy Beane: [Suggesting a player for first base] Scott Hatteberg. Scout Barry: Who? Billy Beane: Exactly. The guy sounds like an Oakland A already.
Billy: I'm scared Poncho. Poncho: Bullshit. You ain't afraid of no man. Billy: There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die.
Dad: Listen, have you noticed anything weird about our Billy lately? Tony: What are you after like, a list?
All the knowing ones were consulted as to the issue, and they all agreed, to a man, in one of two opinions: either that Bob would flog Billy, or Billy would flog Bob.
Ideas are not immaculately conceived.
Rosewater was twice as smart as Billy, but he and Billy were dealing with similar crises in similar ways. They had both found life meaningless, partly because of what they had seen in war. Rosewater, for instance, had shot a fourteen-year-old fireman...
[Brown is telling Billy why he signed up for the police] Brown: So she tells me, "You never finish anything. You finish the police course, you get taken care of again, baby." So after graduation, I get a blowjob again. Billy Costigan: That's great. Y...
Billy Mack: I realized that Christmas is... is the time to be with the people you love. Joe: Right. Billy Mack: And I realized that, as dire chance and... and... and fateful cockup would have it, here I am, mid-50s, and without knowing it I've gone a...
Louis Winthorpe III: Nenge? Nenge Mboko? It is me, Lionel Joseph! Billy Ray Valentine: Lionel! From the African Education Conference! Louis Winthorpe III: Yah, mon, I was Director of Cultural Activities at the Haile Selassie Pavilion. Billy Ray Valen...
Billy Ray Valentine: [Billy Ray is in jail] I wish my bitches would get here. I ain't got time to be sitting in this cell with you. Even Bigger Black Guy: Where are your bitches, Mr. Big-Time Pimp? Big Black Guy: Yeah! Billy Ray Valentine: [to cellma...
I have the ability to sing with emotion and feeling, but if you say I sound like Billie Holiday, that's cool. Let's look at who Billie was: she was this person, this singer, this beautiful diva who could move the audience with the slightest gesture o...
Billy: Oh, be in it. The girls go wild over a uniform. Barney: Yeah? Billy: In your case I don't think anything would help but you might as well give it a go.
[in the record studio, Billy breaks off singing "Christmas Is All Around"] Billy Mack: This is shit, isn't it? Joe: [gleefully] Yep, solid gold shit, maestro.
