Woody: [deleted scene] [Woody is asking the Roundup gang to come back to Andy's with him] Woody: Bullseye, are you with me? [Bullseye licks him like a dog] Woody: Ah! Okay! Good boy. [walks toward Prospector's box] Woody: Prospector, how 'bout you? [...
Charles Xavier: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! This is a code red situation! We are evacuating the entire floor, so that we - my, uh [looks at Logan] Charles Xavier: ... associate and I can, uh, secure the prisoner. Surveillance Guard #1: Who ...
Naturelle Riviera: What are you boys up to? Jakob Elinsky: Frank's just flirting with the bartender. Naturelle Riviera: Oh, yeah? What's the verdict? Frank Slaughtery: Guilty of lookin' good. Naturelle Riviera: She's just tits, Francis. Frank Slaught...
I'm a good Catholic boy.
At 18, I was attracted to bad boys.
By the time I was ten, everyone knew I wanted to be a producer. I was a very precocious little boy.
My heart and soul is still music.
All children need their fathers, but boys especially need fathers to teach them how to be men.
I go to bed with men, not boys.
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
...at Newsweek only girls with college degrees--and we were called "girls" then--were hired to sort and deliver the mail, humbly pushing our carts from door to door in our ladylike frocks and proper high-heeled shoes. If we could manage that, we grad...
She was a Victorian girl; a girl of the days when men were hard and top-hatted and masculine and ruthless and girls were gentle and meek and did a great deal of sewing and looked after the poor and laid their tender napes beneath a husband’s booted...
Margaux looks around the table; this is not working. All of a sudden she's thinking about a safe room, something she's only heard of but suddenly wants: water, oxygen, bulletproof door, dead bolts, a thousand books. Utterly quiet. Completely silent. ...
Pumpkin: The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, wal...
Angela Hayes: I'm serious. He just pulled down his pants and yanked it out. You know, like, "Say hello to Mr. Happy." Playground Girl #1: Gross. Angela Hayes: It wasn't gross. It was kinda cool. Playground Girl #1: So did you do it with him? Angela H...
I broke up with this girl, and they put me with a psychiatrist who said, 'Why did you get so depressed, and do all those things you did?' I said, 'I wanted this girl and she left me.' And he said,'Well, we have to look into that.' And I said, 'There'...
That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.
We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
Remember that I’m still a monster. I can listen to you scream and cry and beg and I still won’t let you out.
Piano Man put up a fight but his resistance was futile. Hell hath no fury like a drunken girl at her bachelorette party in the mood to sing.
It's important to be smart, but it's also important to be active with your intelligence. The more you sit around over-thinking things, the more trouble you get into.
