FBI Director Womack: Cocksucker! [Showing Mason his arm in a cast] John Mason: So, how's your bowling arm?
Bowling is all physics and energy distribution. It's F = ma. So it is actually one of the most science-y sports, because it literally is just a ball and a surface and objects to knock down.
The American people are sheep. They're comfortable, rich, working. It's like the Romans, they're happy with bread and their spectator sports. The Super Bowl means more to them than any right.
I've been very fortunate to be involved in all the Super Bowls, to see some World Series, to cover heavyweight championship fights; I've been to the Olympics and seen every sporting event there is.
Katharine Hepburn: Can't you just eat ice cream out of a bowl, like everyone else?
Blond Treehorn Thug: [holding up a bowling ball] What the fuck is this? The Dude: Obviously you're not a golfer.
Blond Treehorn Thug: [holding a bowling ball] What the fuck is this? The Dude: Obviously, you're not a golfer.
Carter Chambers: I've had bowls of soup with more depth than you have.
Buck Laughlin: [sees the trophy] I've taken a sponge bath in smaller bowls than that!
I've done a lot of Super Bowls and appeared in a lot of big, big events and places and the Masters and what have you, but there was nothing as intimidating as speaking with Billy Graham.
A well-made salad must have a certain uniformity; it should make perfect sense for those ingredients to share a bowl.
Normally, when congee is served, the different condiments and garnishes are placed in little bowls on the side so diners can make their own personal creations.
Actually, as president of the Conference of Mayors, we passed the Simpson-Bowles plan as a template, as a template, as a frame work for moving forward and the president has done the same.
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