Milo Tindle: It looks like you've had it. They're coming up the drive. Andrew Wyke: Keep them out! Milo Tindle: Keep the police out? It's just not done, old boy. But still, I'll try.
Jack Burridge: Jack. Terry: What? Jack Burridge: That's the name I want. Terry: [slowly] Okay... Jack Burridge: Jack. Terry: Well, that's the first thing taken care of.
I dress like a boy most of the time because I like what's comfortable, so sometimes when I have to wear dresses and makeup, it's kind of comedic. I take lots of pictures on my cell phone: 'Look, I'm dressed like a girl! Surprise!'
My grandmother made sure that I went to church every Sunday. And she'd come over and pick us boys up, and we would go to the Nazarene church. And back then, that was about as close to heaven as I ever got, because just the time to be able to spend wi...
A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin.
I loved the time I got to spend in Denver. My boys, Arin and Ryan, were growing up. I got to spend time with them without being pried upon. There was no public scrutiny. I was free and could take them to the supermarket or to the park without being n...
We should abolish 'work.' By that I mean abolishing the distinction between work and leisure, one of the greatest mistakes of the last century, one that enables employers to keep workers in lousy jobs by granting them some leisure time.
Old Mr.: Boy, you goin' let this ol' nappy-headed girl cuss you out like that? You sittin' at the head of your own dinner table and actin' like the waiter!
Sofia: [after telling Celie she knows how she feels] Oh... Sofia home, now. Sofia home. Things is gonna be changin' around here. Pass me them peas, boy.
Emily Bates: Beth's mom said the boys' locker room was flooded and they found feces everywhere. Susie Bates: What are feces? Emily Bates: Baby mice. Susie Bates: Aww.
[Lewis and Ed take a wrong turn looking for the river] First Griner: Where you goin' city boy? Lewis: We'll find it. We'll find it. Second Griner: It ain't nothin' but the biggest fuckin' river in the state.
Sheriff Rawlins: Okay boys, gather around here and listen up. We're shuttin' it down, Wyatt Earp's here to mop up. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: That's funny. "Wyatt Earp."
Bruce: Now there goes a father. Looking for his little boy. [starts crying] Bruce: I never knew my father! Anchor: Come on, group hug. Chum: We're all mates here, mate.
Boy in Police Station: You wear too much eye makeup. My sister wears too much. People think she's a whore.
Raoul Duke: You scurvy shiester bastard. I'm a doctor of journalism man! Get in there and clean your shorts! Clean your shorts goddammit like a big boy!
Tuddy Cicero: [as Paulie is being arrested] Why don't you boys go down to Wall Street and find some real crooks? Whoever sold you those suits had a wonderful sense of humor.
Pinky: Me and the boys talked it over. We think you're a really straight fellow. M. Gustave: Well, I've never been accused of that before, but I appreciate the sentiment.
Fred Friendly: There's no news, boys, so go out there and make some news. Rob a bank, mug an old lady, whatever - just do something.
Harriet Walsh: [Sirens wailing] Where are my boys? Harriet Walsh, Irving Walsh: Mikey? Brand? Mikey: Hi mom. Hi dad. I guess we're in big shit now right?
Bellatrix Lestrange: The boy... is he dead? Narcissa Malfoy: [Leaning into Harry] Is he alive? Draco, is he alive? Narcissa Malfoy: [after Harry nods] Dead.
Haymitch Abernathy: She's gonna lose it when she finds out about the boy. Plutarch Heavensbee: She'll still cooperate, though. Haymitch Abernathy: Without Peeta? There is no guarantee.
