Pablo Sandoval: Ma'am, did a saint die this morning? Irene Menéndez Hastings: Why? Pablo Sandoval: Because an angel in mourning just walked through the door. Irene Menéndez Hastings: It's just a trick we angels have to look five pounds lighter. Ben...
Yoda: That face you make... look I so old to young eyes? Luke: No. Of course not. Yoda: I do. Yes, I do. Sick have I become, old and weak... When nine hundred years old *you* reach, look as good *you* will not, hmm?
Han Solo: I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur. Luke: There's nothing to see. I used to live here, you know. Han Solo: You're going to die here, you know. Convenient.
Han Solo: [flying across the deserts of Tatooine] I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big bright blur. Luke: There's nothing to see. I used to live here, you know. Han Solo: You're gonna die here, you know. Conveni...
Sean Parker: [Looking at the boxes of business cards on Mark's desk] What's the package? Mark Zuckerberg: [avoiding eye contact] Nothing. Sean Parker: [Sean smiles] Mackey? Mackey: Yes, sir? Sean Parker: Refresh! [Screen shows 1,000,046 members on re...
Drexl Spivey: Ey' yo, yo why you trippin'? We're just fuckin' with ya. In fact, I'm gonna show you what I mean with a little demonstration. Toss me the burner. [Floyd tosses Drexl the shotgun] Drexl Spivey: All right, peep this. Pretend this is that ...
[Quaid wakes up in a Johnnycab] Douglas Quaid: Where am I? Johnnycab: You're in a Johnnycab. Douglas Quaid: I mean, what am I doing here? Johnnycab: I'm sorry. Would you please rephrase the question? Douglas Quaid: How did I get in this taxi? Johnnyc...
Marwood: Withnail, you bastard, wake up. Wake up you bastard, or I burn this bastard bed down! Withnail: I deny all accusations. [opens his eyes] Withnail: What you do want? Marwood: I have just narrowly avoided having a buggering, and have come in h...
Zeke: Listen, kid. Are you gonna try and let that old Gulch heifer try and buffalo ya'? She ain't nothing to be afraid of. Have a little courage, that's all. Dorothy: I'm not afraid of her. Zeke: Well then, next time she squawks, walk right up to her...
Sir Wilfrid: Be prepared for hysterics and even a fainting spell. Better have smelling salts handy and a nip of brandy. Christine Vole: I do not think that will be necessary. I never faint because I am not sure that I will fall gracefully and I never...
Bullet #1: What in Sam Hill? Bullet #2: Eddie Valiant! Why, you're a sight for sore eyes. Bullet #1: I ain't seen you nigh onto five years. Bullet #2: Where've you been? Eddie Valiant: Drunk. You feeling frisky tonight, fellas? Bullet #1, Bullet #2:...
Narrator: For Tom Hansen, this was the night where everything changed. That wall Summer so often hid behind - the wall of distance, of space, of casual - that wall was slowly coming down. For here was Tom, in her world... a place few had been invited...
Balthasar: I was a prince in this land. No one was allowed to look directly into my eyes. But now I'm in chains, like my people, and I must bow my head. Almost everything was taken from us. I can't do anything; I'm powerless. But I am also sorry for ...
Parnell Emmett McCarthy: [eyeing an empty liquor bottle] You fought this soldier by yourself. You've been drinking alone, Paulie. I don't like that. Paul Biegler: Drop the stone, Counsellor. You live in a glass house. Parnell Emmett McCarthy: My wind...
Earle: Jessica, where are you? [walks into outer room] Bruce Wayne: [to Jessica] Eye on the ball, and... Earle: Why is no one answering the phone? [sees Bruce from behind, teaching Jessica to play golf] Bruce Wayne: [turning around] It's Wayne Enterp...
The world has its own ways of treating us like what we will never be, but want to be. It relinquishes its grip on our souls while lulling us with the songs of freedom and conquest of beauty. It magnifies every tiny bit of something useless over an un...
Short stories have no net. The writer cannot take a leisurely sixty pages to get things moving, or make a side trip onto a barely related subject, or slack off in the last forty pages. Everything is right now, right here, in the reader's grasp and mi...
I wanted to tell a dream-come-true story about going from a closeted gay kid who loved pop culture to an out adult man making pop culture. I went from being told when I was 21 that I should never go on TV because of my crossed eyes to winding up bein...
He smiled against my cheek and kissed me again. "Talking with you would be much more enjoyable than talking with Talia, Lilly." His eyes scanned the floor by my feet. "She's paint by number; you're watercolor." Things like that, moments like those, h...
All girls say men are the same but I'm different, I don’t like calling girls hot or sexy because to me calling a girl that means you’re looking something of them. So I like using the word beautiful because beautiful is a very strong word and I fe...
I've told you, there's no point keeping those. They're not tax-deductible,' my dad thundered. 'I think you'll find they are,' raged my mum like some sort of feral animal (a badger with TB perhaps). 'They're not. You only get VAT back on lunches outsi...
