Mother Church Mouse: Friar Tuck, we've saved this. It's not much, but please take it for the poor. Friar Tuck: Your last farthing? Oh, Little Sister, no one can give more than that! [deposits farthing into the poor box] Friar Tuck: Bless you both! Fa...
[In a telephone booth with the door closed] Raymond: Uh oh fart. Uh oh fart. Charlie: Did you fart, Ray? Did you fucking fart? Raymond: Fart. Charlie: [Trying unsuccessfully to open the door] How can you stand that? Raymond: I don't mind it. Charlie:...
[trying to fix the hyperdrive] Han Solo: Horizontal boosters. Alluvial dampers? Ow! That's not it, bring me the Hydrospanner. I don't know how we're going to get out of this one. [the ship is hit, causing the tool box to fall on Han] Han Solo: OW! Ch...
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...
WALL.E: [M-O has finished cleaning a severely damaged WALL-E, who strains to give a handshake] WALL-E. MO: [M-O scrubs WALL-E's hand, then shakes it] M-O. [M-O reverts to his box form] WALL.E: [pause] M-O? MO: M-O. WALL.E: [another pause] M-O.
Genie: What would you wish of me? [as Arnold Schwarzenegger] Genie: The ever impressive... [as if trapped in a box] Genie: ... the long-contained... [as SeÒor Wences] Genie: ... the often immitated, but never... [multiplies himself] Genie: ... dupli...
Narrator: For Bretodeau, that little box brought back a lot of memories - Federico Bahamontes winning the '59 Tour de France, and of course, the tragic day when he won all the marbles at playtime The Teacher: [Bretodeau tries to put all his marbles a...
[Bruce has been arrested] Chinese Police Officer: [in Mandarin] He refuses to give his name. Chinese Police Officer: Fool, what the hell do I care what your name is? You're a criminal. Bruce Wayne: [in Mandarin] I'm not a criminal! Chinese Police Off...
As a writer, I need an enormous amount of time alone. Writing is 90 percent procrastination: reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box, watching infomercials. It's a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in...
I’ve always been a word guy, I like weird words and I like American slang and all that and words that are no longer being used… I like to drag them out of the box and wave them around… this is an interesting one, it’s amazing how in addition ...
Trying to think more outside the box is like taking a picture with a camera, the more you do it, the more you learn about different positions and angles. The more you take pictures, the more you learn that you can change the camera distance range or ...
Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain't. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himsel...
Coraline opened the box of chocolates. The dog looked at them longingly. "Would you like one?" she asked the little dog. "Yes, please," whispered the dog. "Only not toffee ones. They make me drool." "I thought chocolates weren't very good for dogs," ...
You see Carter, people are two things: greedy and cruel. So we have a perfect set-up here. The greed part - a kid pays a buck for a chance to win a hundred. Plus fifty boxes of chocolates. The cruel part - watching two guys hitting each other, maybe ...
He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and quickly open them. A flash of foreign light would fill the room, but o...
If you were to stare at this box of matches, you could extract entire worlds out of it. If you search for tastes in a book, you will certainly find them because it was said: seek and ye shall find. But a critic should not rifle, search. Let him sit b...
Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something." "Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?" I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"... ...
In fact," Eric said, as he went to the front door, "I'd throw it away entirely. Maybe burn it." He left, closing the door behind him very quietly. I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, wit...
My friend opened a small box which Lestrade had produced. Inside lay a beautiful silver cigarette case monogrammed with Holmes's initials, underneath which ran the words, "With the Respects of Scotland Yard, November 1888." Sherlock Holmes sat with h...
The Russian-born novelist's writing habits were famously peculiar. Beginning in 1950, he composed first drafts in pencil on ruled index cards, which he stored in long file boxes. Since Nabokov claimed, he pictured an entire novel in complete form bef...
This is the sixty-nine," I told him, presenting the magazine in front of him. I put my fingers -- two of them -- on the action, so that he would not overlook it. "Why is it dubbed sixty-nine?" he asked, because he is a person hot on fire with curiosi...
