Muse: It was supposed to be easy. I take ship... ransom... nobody get hurt. Captain Richard Phillips: You had thirty thousand dollars. And a way to Somalia. It wasn't enough? Muse: I got bosses. They got rules. Captain Richard Phillips: We all got bo...
Paul Edgecomb: Your name is John Coffey? John Coffey: Yessir, Boss. Like the drink, only not spelled the same. Paul Edgecomb: Oh, you can spell, can you? John Coffey: Just my name boss. J-O...
[as Monk McGinn runs for Sheriff] Boss Tweed: That man was right born for this. Amsterdam Vallon: He's killed 44 men, and laid low a couple hundred more. Boss Tweed: Is that right? We should have run him for mayor.
Boss Spearman: How much I owe you, doctor? Doc Barlow: We're even. I figured I made enough off the damage he did to Baxter's men. Boss Spearman: I wish he'd have made you wealthy.
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I know him. I know him! He's my boss! He's my unholy, disgusting pig of a boss! Joanna: He's not THAT disgusting. Peter Gibbons: He represents all that is soulless and wrong! And you slept with him!
In early 1970, Newsweek's editors decided that the new women's liberation movement deserved a cover story. There was one problem, however: there were no women to write the piece.
Make no mistake: Your salary is held to the same standards your grades were held to in the educational system, where you couldn't surpass a 100 no matter how hard you worked or how intelligent you were.
Straightening, I asked, "What do you believe in?" "Old love songs, best friends, the collected works of J.R.R.Tolkien, crispy pork egg rolls with just the right amount of grease, the Big Boss and eternity." "The Big Boss?" Zachary pointed up, as if t...
Cal: Who told you that Emily and I are getting divorced? Cal's Boss: Amy heard you crying in the bathroom - we all thought it was cancer. Cal: Oh... Cal's Boss: Thank God, man... *laughing* Cal: Yeah, just my relationship...
The Boss: [after Slevin has just told him he'll take the job killing the Rabbi's son] I knew you had sense. Slevin: Sense is something you have when you have a choice. The Boss: Sometimes. Sometimes it's when you know you don't.
Slevin: Anything else you want to tell me? The Boss: I suppose I don't need to say anything as trite and cliched as "go to the police and you're a dead man". Slevin: I think you just did. The Boss: I guess I did.
Boss Spearman: I see they hobbled you. Percy: It's been a while since I was in a fight. I panicked. Fell back, like to have broke my foot. Boss Spearman: Ornery old fool. Percy: Well, or that damned Cuban cigar got me riled up.
Boss Spearman: I aim to kill Baxter and those that done this, and if that marshal gets in the way, I'm gonna kill him too. So you best get your mind right about what's got to be done, Charlie. Charley Waite: I got no problem with killing, Boss. Never...
Boss Spearman: I believe you have a friend of ours in your jail. His name's Mose Harrison. Sheriff Poole: Yeah, I got him here. He started a fight in the general store. Boss Spearman: Mose don't start fights. He just finishes them.
The speed of the boss is the speed of the team.
I've never wanted to be the boss.
Theory of Evolution (Summary) First, there were some amoebas. Deviant amoebas adapted better to the environment, thus becoming monkeys. Then came Total Quality Management.
Larry Gomez: The hat. That fucking hat. How many times did I tell you not to wear that fucking hat? Budd: Customers wear hats. Larry Gomez: I'm not the boss of the customers, but I'm the boss of you, and I'm telling you to keep that shit kicker hat a...
Boss Spearman: Brought you a cigar, all the way from Havana, Cuba. Percy: You don't say. I've heard about them but I've never had one. Much obliged to you. Boss Spearman: What do you think? Percy: Better than them crappers I usually smoke.
Ralph: This is dark chocolate. It comes all the way from Switzerland, Europe. That's near France, see. They call it 'bitter sweet.' Melts in your mouth. Boss Spearman: You tried it? Ralph: No. Boss Spearman: How do you know it melts in your mouth? Ra...
Elvis: [Sloe grabs Slevin by the throat and moves him into the living room] The Boss wants to see you. Slevin: Who? Sloe: The Boss. Slevin: Who's the Boss? Sloe: The guy we work for. Slevin: [Sloe let's go of Slevin's throat] Jesus! Elvis: Come here ...
