I think, with the gay liberation movement has had need for heroes and heroines, and it would be rather nice to have Abraham Lincoln as your poster boy, wouldn't it?
I was born a year after Lindbergh made his historic trip across the Atlantic. Boys like either dinosaurs or airplanes. I was very much an airplane boy.
Woman at Subway Station: Sweet Jesus! What have you boys done? What in the name of God have you boys done? Young Michael: I think we just killed a man.
Max Vandenburg: So... How is Rudy? Liesel Meminger: I don't know. Rudy is a pain in the neck. Max Vandenburg: The only thing worse than a boy you hate, is a boy you like, right?
Oh, yes. I knew I was weird by the time I was four. I knew I wasn't like other boys. I knew I was more fearful. I didn't like the rough and tumble most boys were into. I knew I was a sissy.
Boy in School: [Firemen come to pull Flick off pole] Holy cow, it's the fire department! Ralphie: Oh no... Boy in School: [policemen come] Wow, it's the cops!
Sharts: I wonder when they gonna give us the blue suits. Trip: [laughs] Where you from, boy? Sharts: South Carolina. Trip: South Carolina? Well, then you ought to know better than that, boy.
Gillespie: Whatcha hit him with? Tibbs: Hit whom? Gillespie: "Whom"? "Whom"? Well, you a northern boy? What's a northern boy like you doing all the way down here?
Jimmy: [after Dave has told him a story about a boy being molested filled with inconsistency] One more time... about the boy, and I will cut you the fuck open!
Nathan Arizona Sr.: Dammit, are you boys gonna chase down your leads or are you gonna sit drinkin' coffee in the one house in the state where I know my boy ain't at?
Nathan Arizona Sr.: I got the cops and the Federal BI out there lookin' for my boy... Leonard Smalls: Cops won't find your boy. A cop couldn't find his butt if it had a bell on it.
Crash: Good evening. My name is Crash, and these are the Boys. Wallace Wells: [yelling out] Is that girl a boy too? Crash: Yes! [girl drummer flips him off]
[Frederick arrives at the Transylvania station] Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Pardon me, boy. Is this the Transylvania station? Shoe-Shine Boy: Ja, ja. Track 29. Can I give you a shine?
Bruno: There is such thing as a nice Jew, though, isn't there? Herr Liszt: I think, Bruno, if you ever found a nice Jew, you would be the best explorer in the world.
Grandpa: You know, Ralf, your mother really is sick. She's been talking about this visit for weeks. Mother: Maybe that's what's made her sick.
Bruno: Why do you wear pajamas all day? Shmuel: The soldiers. They took all our clothes away. Bruno: My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away.
You can call me the bad boy chef all you want. I'm not going to freak out about it. I'm not that bad. I'm certainly not a boy, and it's been a while since I've been a chef.
There are times when a boy breaks your heart and you quietly cry in your mother's arms wishing you hadn't met him. Then there are times when a boy breaks your heart and you sob on the tiled bathroom floor, not regretting a single thing.
I don’t think I like that boy.” He growled, glaring for effect, just in case I hadn’t figured out his oh-so-subtle interpersonal cues. “He’s a sweet kid,” I insisted, folding the gray blazer over my arm. “He’s a teenage boy,” Cal sa...
It doesn't matter if I think like a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter anymore if I'm either or both or neither. All that shit seems so petty and immaterial now. There's so little difference between one human being and the next, it's just hypotheses, h...
And he came to understand how those almost mystical bonds of trust and affection, if nurtured correctly, might lift a crew above the ordinary sphere, transport it to a place where nine boys somehow became one thing - a thing that could not quite be d...
