Incidentally, did you know that the whole eight glasses a day thing is complete bullshit and has no scientific basis? So many things are like that. Everyone just assumes they're true, because people are basically lazy and incurious, which incidentall...
Commissioner Gillian B. Loeb: How'd they get my DNA? Lt. James Gordon: Someone with access to your house or office must have lifted a tissue or a... glass. [realizing as Loeb takes a sip of whiskey] Lt. James Gordon: Wait, WAIT! [Loeb chokes]
Lucy: [being observed] I want no other daddy but you. [turns to the glass] Lucy: [shouts] Did you hear that? I said I didn't want any other daddy but him. Why don't you write that down?
Julien à 8 ans: [narrating] Friends are like eyeglasses. They make you look smart, but get scratched and then bore you. Luckily, sometimes, you get super cool glasses. Me... I've got Sophie!
Sam: On this spot I'll fight no more forever. Sam: [to on coming horde] Come and get me, you bastards! [lighting strikes him] Sam: [with everyone look on, sits up and blows off his glasses] I'm okay. Sam: Follow me. [runs off]
Sugar: [admiring a large fish trophy] What is it? Junior: It's a member of the herring family. Sugar: A herring? Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars? Junior: They shrink when they're marinated.
[M arrives at her home and prepares a drink when she suddenly hears the sound of glass clanging from behind her. She sees a silhouette of Bond near the window] M: Where the hell have you been? James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.
[deleted scene] Tristan: [while he and Victoria are drinking champagne] You know... an interesting fact, actually - the first champagne glass was molded on the left breast of Marie Antoinette. [Victoria stares at him, disgusted] Tristan: I don't know...
Dr. Manhattan: Adrian, stop this. The tachyons were clever. But even if I can't predict where you are I can still turn the walls to glass. I should thank you. I'd almost forgotten the excitement of *not* knowing. The delights of uncertainty.
Thor: [about Asgardian mead] It is not meant for mortal men. Stan Lee: Neither was Omaha Beach, blondie! Stop trying to scare us, come on! Thor: All right. [pours a glass for Lee - cut to Lee being carried off in a daze] Stan Lee: Excelsior...
Wilbur (Age 10): Is it true she's got a glass eye? I heard she got it from the gypsies... Young Don Price: What's a gypsy? Ed Bloom (Age 10): Your momma's a gypsy. Young Don Price: Your momma's a bitch.
I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross r...
And I'm thinking about the old man. He'll be pounding on the glass right about now... or maybe not now. Maybe in a while. But he'll be pounding and... will there be blood? I like to imagine so. Yes, I rather think there will be blood. Lots of blood. ...
Cut off from the land that bore us, Betrayed by the land we find, Where the brightest have gone before us, And the dullest are most behind - Stand, stand to your glasses, steady! 'T is all we have left to prize: One cup to the dead already - Hurrah f...
After a while I can’t bring myself to keep up the charade any longer, I disappear and fade into a background where I sit awith a glass of bubbly thinking about other things mostly when this party would end so I could go home and be miserable there.
Clary’s eyes widened. She wondered if she was about to be broken up with. If so, she would have a thing or two to say to Jace about his timing, after she drowned him in the lake.
Here, from her ashes you lay. A broken girl so lost in despondency that you know that even if she does find her way out of this labyrinth in hell, that she will never see, feel, taste, or touch life the same again.
Could a body broken and blood spilled two thousand years ago restore my own damaged life?
Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!
Two broken people don't make a whole! Without U, there is no us! Lord, I'm so thankful that U r the U in us!
The festivities were broken up by Pandora, who lobbed a scoop of ice cream at Lex that landed on the table with a sticky sploosh. “Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!” she screeched, jigging back into the kitchen.
