Jessie Stevens: I know you ought to be spanked with a hairbrush and sent back to school - public school - where they could pound some sense into you during recess.
Billy Costigan: There was a cop leaving when I came in. Madolyn: How did you know he was a cop? Billy Costigan: Know, bad haircut, no dress sense, and, you know, a slight air of scumbag entitlement.
Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Sipsey: Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass!
Cora Munro: A breed apart, we make no sense? Hawkeye: In your particular case, Miss, I'd make an allowance. Cora Munro: Thank you so much.
Art: What you're saying, it offends common sense. John Oldman: So does Relativity, Quantum Mechanics, that's the way nature works.
Young Woman Buying Ring: [after Anna tells her that the ring belonged to a woman who loved a man she couldn't be with] Did he have wavy hair and chestnut eyes?
Colonel Brandon: What can I do? Elinor Dashwood: Colonel, you have done so much already... Colonel Brandon: Give me an occupation, Miss Dashwood, or I shall run mad.
Marianne: I'm taking you for a walk. Margaret: No, I've been a walk. Marianne: You need another. Margaret: It's going to rain. Marianne: It is NOT going to rain. Margaret: You ALWAYS say that and then it ALWAYS does.
Margaret: Have you really been to the East Indies, Colonel? Colonel Brandon: I have. Margaret: What's it like? Sir John Middleton: Like? Hot. Colonel Brandon: [mysteriously] The air is full of spices.
Mrs. Dashwood: My youngest is not to be found this morning. She's a little shy of strangers at present. Edward Ferrars: N-n-naturally. I'm sh-shy of strangers myself and I have nothing like her excuse.
Marianne: Did you see him? He expressed himself well, did he not? Mrs. Dashwood: With great decorum and honour. Marianne: And spirit and wit and feeling! Elinor: And economy - ten words at most.
Margaret: [in church] Do you think he'll kneel down when he asks her? Elinor Dashwood: Shh! Margaret: [from the pulpit] The fear of Him is the beginning of wisdom. Margaret: They always kneel down.
Marianne: Sir John, might I play your pianoforte? Sir John Middleton: Yes, yes, of course. My goodness. Yes, we do not stand upon ceremony here, my dear.
Elinor Dashwood: Would you have him treat her even worse than Willoughby has treated you? Marianne: No, but nor would I have him marry where he does not love.
Mrs Jennings: Ah, now, do not fret, my dear. I have been told that this good weather is keeping many of our sportsmen in the country at present, but the frost will soon drive them to town. Depend on it.
Count Dooku: I sense great fear in you, Skywalker. You have hate. You have anger. But you don't use them.
Rose: [to Jack] When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you. Jack: This is crazy. Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it [Jack and Rose start making out]
Cpl. Frederic Schiess, NNC: A Zulu regiment can run, *run*, 50 miles and fight a battle at the end of it. Pvt. William Jones: Well, there's daft, it is then. I don't see no sense in running to fight a battle.
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