What a powerful word, future. Of all the abstractions we can articulate to ourselves, of all the concepts we have that other animals do not, how extraordinary the ability to consider a time that's never been experienced. And how tragic not to conside...
I am beautiful in my own right. Not in vain, proud way but in the way God made me. My beauty isn't connected to the amount of boys that look at me. I do not become less beautiful because no boys flirt with me. No my beauty is not skin deep. My beauty...
Here's what vampires shouldn't be: pallid detectives that drink Bloody Marys and work only at night; lovelorn southern gentlemen; anorexic teenage girls; boy-toys with big dewy eyes. What should they be? Killers, honey. Stone killers that can't get e...
Boy oh boy, this man is trouble. He was slowly tearing down the wall she’d built around her heart, brick by brick. Could any man be this perfect? He must have some faults. Maybe he is a chauvinist pig…no, doesn’t seem like it. He is kind to ani...
Deputy Pell: Y'all think you can drive any ol' speed you want down here. Goatee: You had us scared to death, man. Deputy Pell: Don't you call me man, Jew boy! Goatee: Yes, sir. What should I call you? Deputy Pell: You don't call me nothing, nigger-lo...
Pappy O'Daniel: And furthermore, by way of endorsing my candidacy, the Soggy Bottom Boys are gonna lead us all in a rousing chorus of "You Are My Sunshine." [Applause. Pappy turns away from the mike, towards Everett] Pappy O'Daniel: [no-nonsense] Ain...
Karl: I don't reckon you have to go with women to be a good daddy to a boy. You been real square-dealin' with me. The Bible says two men ought not lay together. But I don't reckon the Good Lord would send anybody like you to Hades. That Frank, he liv...
Dr. Jerry Woolridge: I won't lie to you. He did get into that trouble a while ago, but then we has young. Bill Cox: I remember well. He cut those folks to pieces and his Mama was one of them. Scooter: And that old Dixon boy. Oh, hell, I always wanted...
[Travers and Disney are at Disneyland, and Travers is on a carousel horse] Walt Disney: The boys have had an idea for your Mr. Banks. I think it'll make you happy. P.L. Travers: You brought me all the way out here to tell me that? Walt Disney: No. I ...
[after being smacked in the jaw by Jackie Boy] Bozo No. 1: [about Jackie Boy] He is generous. But that temper of his... you shouldn't have picked on him like you did. My temper, you don't have to worry about. Shellie: [grabs a knife and points it at ...
Uncle Monty: The older order changeth, yielding place to new. God fulfils himself in many ways. And soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away by some vulgar little tumour. Oh, my boys, my boys, we're at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather fo...
Juror #8: [after Juror #10 explains that he believes the boy is guilty because of the testimony of the woman across the street] I'd like to ask you something: you don't believe the boy's story. How come you believe the woman's? She's one of "them", t...
Brandon: Boy, I... I really fucked up. I borrowed one of Candace's checks, then I got that speeding ticket, and this fake I.D. I guess, I just need to learn to stay home, huh? Lana's Mom: Brandon, I invite you into my home and you expose my daughter ...
Shmuel: I wish you'd remembered the chocolate. Bruno: Yes, I'm sorry. I know! Perhaps you can come and have supper with us sometime. Shmuel: I can't, can I? Because of this. [points the electric fence] Bruno: But that's to stop the animals getting ou...
Herr Liszt: Yes Bruno? Bruno: I don't understand, the Jew is down to this one man? Herr Liszt: The Jew here means the entire Jewish race. If it was just this one man I'm sure something would be done about him. Bruno: There is such thing as a nice Jew...
It's about the ways in which girls deal with anger and aggression, as opposed to the ways in which boys do. The premise is that boys tend to be more direct in their aggression - physical confrontation - while in contrast, girls use an indirect approa...
Of course, I'd like to have fake legs. I would dance with a boy and then afterwards pull up my dress to show him my fake legs, just to watch him fall over from the shock of it. I'd do that with a hundred boys until I found the one who got down on his...
Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not saying that's what they really are. I'm just saying so...
He IS just a normal boy.
[P]olitics is always a Kampfplatz.
But I think boys ultimately are easier than girls.
