I considered myself one of the boys. My brothers didn't spoil me at all, not at all. I was very tomboyish. It wasn't as if I was like a princess or anything like that.
When I'm an old lady, I'm going to have my pick of the young men. They'll be like, 'She's Miss Mary Jane!' The young boys will think I'm a hot old lady.
As much as we love being sociable on holiday, part of me craves the idea of being away, staying in a hut on the beach, and maybe not seeing anyone for days apart from Jamie and the boys.
Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy.
I know that when I was a children's librarian, that was about 1940, boys particularly asked where were the books about kids like us, and there weren't any at that time.
I'm just getting people warmed up a little bit at a time, a little bit at a time, so I can fully come with, like, a 'Fix You' - type record, or 'One' by U2.
It took me a long time to realise that I was a girl as a teenager. At that point I never really believed it. I looked like a boy for a long time. Now, finally, I feel like a woman.
I have the libido of a 15-year-old boy. My sex drive is so high. I'd rather have sex with Brian all the time than leave the house. He doesn't mind.
I'm aggressive, quite frankly, because Staten Island gets screwed all the time. And if I'm not aggressive, then I won't be successful. That's not being a bad boy. That's doing my job.
During the time I was on The Hardy Boys, I was also watching other people's careers. I thought the next step was to be a movie star. I kept saying no to projects, and offers stopped coming in. I was no longer hot.
I was a bad dater, and up until 8th grade I went to an all boy's school. So, by the time I hit high school I was a bit freaked out by women in general.
'Fringe' was the first time I realized that I could ever man up in a character and make this transition from being a boy or a young man into actually being a man.
I train as hard as I can every time I train and I do extra training every day and I've done that since I was a young boy.
We are turning against boys and forgetting a simple truth: that the energy, competitiveness, and corporal daring of normal, decent males is responsible for much of what is right in the world.
Clément Mathieu: [some of the boys are hitting Morhange] Hey, why are you hitting him? Pépinot enfant: Because Morhange threw an ink bomb at you.
Ghost Boy: T'ain't all bad, miss. Thou art alive. Thou art still liviing.
Dr. Schreber: You still don't understand, John. You were never a boy. Not in this place.
Grandma: [Unaware that Leslie is fellating Ken because she is blind] Boy, you must really love onions!
Zeus: Oh, boy... am I glad you talked me out of jumping.
Tyler Durden: Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: How's the boy doing? Dr. Anne Eastman: He saved his life.
