[repeated line] Princess Leia: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.
Rameses: His god - IS God. [Rameses' last line, and final scene of Pharoah and Nefretiri]
First Sgt. Edward Welsh: Where's your spark now?
Pvt. Charlie Dale: Maybe they wanna get into eh... Nirvana.
Keaton: There's no way they'd line five felons in the same room, no way.
[last lines] Veer Pratap Singh: Come on, Zaara, let's go home...
[repeated line] Major John Smith: Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
[last lines] Burt Munro: Nice to be home. Back in my shed...
Johnny Cash: You got a library in there June.
[repeated line] Sanjuro: Old man, get me something to eat.
[first lines] Mike Mageau: Where have you been? I've been waiting since 7:00.
By its very nature, hard-line ideology is self-serving and self-perpetuating; its primary goal is to survive - and that precludes everything.
Whatever you are by nature, keep to it; never desert your line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed.
There is a thin line between peace of the brave and peace of the hostage... between compromise - even calculated risk - and irresponsibility and capitulation.
I want to say a simple thing, that the dividing line exists not between Jordan and Israel, but between the proponents of peace and the opponents of peace.
Many injuries and deaths can be prevented through an understanding of the dangers of power lines, electrical appliances, extension cords, and lightning.
The lines of poetry, the period of prose, and even the texts of Scripture most frequently recollected and quoted, are those which are felt to be preeminently musical.
Growing up, a film was an action film or it was a comedy or it was romantic, but you don't really see such stark lines between genres nowadays.
Music is unique because you can get behind enemy lines a little bit, get into people's houses and into their heads, on their stereos, and win hearts and minds.
I've always loved to prove people wrong. I want to be able to cross color lines, because in music, there really is no barrier.
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
