Bard the Bowman: The Lord of Silver Fountains / The King of Carven Stone / The King Beneath the Mountain / shall come into his own. / And the bells shall ring in gladness / at the Mountain King's return. / But all shall fail in sadness, / and the Lak...
Indiana Jones: [as the room is burning] Dad! Professor Henry Jones: What? Indiana Jones: Dad! Professor Henry Jones: What? Indiana Jones: DAD! Professor Henry Jones: WHAT? Indiana Jones: Dad, head for the fireplace!
Saruman: Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the orc...
Clayton Townley: In the courts of Mississippi, they have been reminded, that they cannot, by force, turn our communities into replicas of their communities... communities in which negroes run riot, unrestrained and unpunished, as they do this summer ...
Clayton Townley: Alright, I just want to know one thing. Who the hell called this meeting? Sheriff Ray Stuckey: We thought you did. Lester Cowans: You mean you didn't set this up? Clayton Townley: Of this group? Are you stupid?
Sir Bedevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Bedevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!
Hawkeye Pierce: Frank, were you on this religious kick at home, or did you crack up over here? Duke Forrest: How long does this go on, Frank? Frank Burns: It gets longer all the time. Now I have your soul to pray for, and Captain Pierce's.
Cypher: Look into his eyes. Those big pretty eyes and tell me... Yes or no? [looks at Neo, tears slightly visible in her eyes] Trinity: Yes. Cypher: No! I don't believe it! Tank: Believe it or not, you piece of shit, you're still gonna burn!
Harold Crick: Big flag-burning to get to? Ana Pascal: Actually, it's my weekly evil-conspiracy and needlepoint group. You wanna come? Harold Crick: I left my thimbles and socialist reading material at home. [Ana laughs]
The Operative: [to Mal] You are fooling yourself, Captain. Nothing here is what it seems. You are not the plucky hero, the Alliance is not an evil empire, and this is not the grand arena. Inara Serra: And that's not incense. [He turns to look: the in...
Detective Hal Vukovich: That guy Silberman cracks me up. Last week, he had this guy in here that burned his Afghan. He screwed it first and then he set it on fire... Lieutenant Ed Traxler: [interrupts] Hey, shut up.
If I was to direct a movie about a super-confident guy, first of all I would hate that character. I can do a super-confident guy who crashes and burns and has to rebuild himself as somebody humble. But a super-confident guy that just gets more confid...
I like going to Burning Man, for example. An environment where people can try new things. I think as technologists we should have some safe places where we can try out new things and figure out the effect on society. What's the effect on people, with...
When I was in the 9th grade, on Halloween night, when you're supposed to go and out and burn your city, my mom made me go to 'Cirque du Soleil.' I was kicking and screaming. This girl came out onstage, and I was instantly mesmerized. I dropped out of...
There's this little box that African-American actors have to work in, in the first place, and I was able to rise above that box. I could have done a bunch of movies where I stayed as the Axel Foley or Reggie Hammond persona. But I didn't want to be d...
Birdie: There's a message from the bartender. Does Miss Channing know she ordered domestic gin by mistake? Margo Channing: The only thing I ordered by mistake is the guests. They're domestic, too, and they don't care what they drink as long as it bur...
Alan B. Golacinski: Don't fucking shoot anybody. You don't wanna be the son of a bitch who started a war. They need an hour to burn the classified. I need you to hold. If you shoot one person, they're gonna kill every single one of us in here.
Sheldon Flender: Let's say there was a burning building and you could rush in and you could save only one thing: either the last known copy of Shakespeare's plays or some anonymous human being. What would you do?
Unable and crippled I am As I gaze into the vastness The vastness that harbors your praise And glories of the best of creation... If I tried to spell.. A drop of ink from your love Ma quill would burn in shame for your love match no words...ya rasool...
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread, Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There’s noth...
How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between.
