Lisbeth Salander: You need to stop talking.
Henrik Vanger: The enemy of my enemy is... my enemy.
Bjurman: You do something for me, I do something for you.
Walter Burns: Madam, you are a cock-eyed liar!
The Operative: Where are you hiding, little girl?
I've always wanted to be a mom at 23, 24ish, ever since I was a little girl. I'm right on schedule.
I'm the character actor in Hollywood movies, the girl who has to be annoying so the guy can go to the other girl.
Little Girl: He ate mah dawg.
As a young girl, I dreamed of having a voice in fashion.
I hate girls that giggle all the time... You hate any girl that David looks at.
To every little girl, her father is a hero. My father actually is one.
I'm reachable for people, I'm not out of their league. I'm just a normal girl.
As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion--she lost her head over it--we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired ...
Sarah: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby. And the baby was a spoiled child, and wanted everything to himself, and the young girl was practically a slave. But what no one knew i...
Outside the bus the smell of sulphur hit Bond with sickening force. It was a horrible smell, from somewhere down in the stomach of the world.
Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There's no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.
He was afraid to pick up the baby. If he touched it, it might bond with him or something. Or he might leave fingerprints all over it.
You'll do fine." "What, you're psychic now?" "Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond.
Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. ‘…then I declare you bonded for life.
I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.
Just don’t stare at my ass, Landemere,” he added. “I wasn’t staring at your ass,” Arranulf, who had been staring at his ass, said.
