Officer Franklin: I see guys like you in here every fuckin' day. Officer Garden: Every fuckin' day! Officer Franklin: Yeah let's all go to Vegas and get really fucked up! Officer Garden: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Officer Franklin: Let's go steal a cop car be...
Vincent Hanna: They dumped all our surveillance? Detective Casals: Yeah, at the same time 9PM Vincent Hanna: I had coffee with McCauley half an hour ago Detective Casals: We were on you, then he drives into LAX where surveillance can't fly over becau...
George Bailey: Now, come on, get your clothes on, and we'll stroll up to my car and get... Oh, I'm sorry. I'll stroll. You fly. Clarence: I can't fly! I haven't got my wings. George Bailey: You haven't got your wings. Yeah, that's right.
Hooper: Ah. Just like I thought... He came up with the Gulf Stream - from southern waters. [he pulls a Louisiana license plate from the shark. Brody examines it] Brody: He didn't eat a car, did he? Hooper: Naw, a tiger shark's like a garbage can, it'...
[last lines] Henry: I want to go home. Mr. Goodkat: Neither of us is going home for a long time, kid. [Goodkat turns on the car radio] Mr. Goodkat: My name is Goodkat. You can call me Mr. Goodkat. [a song called 'Kansas City Shuffle' begins to play o...
Joanna: Why don't you just call me when you grow up! Oh, wait, you know what, that's probably never gonna happen, so just don't call me, OK? [Joanna starts to close car door] Peter Gibbons: Say hello to Lumbergh for me!
[Gorgeous George has just been knocked out] Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George. Brick Top: Shhh. You're going to have to repeat that. Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George. Brick Top: Well, where'd you lose him? He ain't a set of fucking car keys, is ...
Jack Swigert: [about to turn power back on in the capsule] Ken, there's an awful lot of condensation on these panels. What's the story of them shorting out? Ken Mattingly: Umm... We'll just have to take that one at a time, Jack. Jack Swigert: [to him...
[Susan is stealing David's car from the golf course] Susan Vance: Now, don't lose your temper. David Huxley: My dear young lady, I'm not losing my temper. I'm merely trying to play some golf! Susan Vance: Well you choose the funniest places; this is ...
[first lines] 1985 radio announcer: October is inventory time, so right now, Statler Toyota is making the best deals of the year on all 1985-model Toyotas. You won't find a better car at a better price with better service anywhere in Hill Valley. Tha...
[Clara is crawling on the train car filled with wooden fire logs] Marty McFly: [into walkie talkie] You better hold on to somethin' Doc, the yellow log's about to blow! [a large explosion occurs, sending a wave of sparks at Clara, knocking her over] ...
I'm not saying I'm not bad. I'm not saying I'm special. But I'm not like the Allport Street girls, who stand in doorways and go with men into alleys. All I know is I didn't want it like that. Not against the bricks or hunkering in somebody's car. I w...
You make me thirsty, Promethea, my river, you make me eternally thirsty, my water. As if I had spent my life in an old house of dried mud, so dry myself that I could not even thirst, until yesterday. And suddenly yesterday, the dusty floor of my old ...
This irrelevance of molecular arrangements for macroscopic results has given rise to the tendency to confine physics and chemistry to the study of homogeneous systems as well as homogeneous classes. In statistical mechanics a great deal of labor is i...
We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fort...
I’m not better, you know. The weight hasn’t left my head. I feel how easily I could fall back into it, lie down and not eat, waste my time and curse wasting my time, look at my homework and freak out and go and chill at Aaron’s, look at Nia and...
When I was maybe five or six years old, a woman down the street...got flattened by a train. When I got older I realized it probably wasn't an accident. It was a late train and she was so sick and swollen with age she could barely move, so what the he...
The connection being that in my head all language began in song and that the best stories inevitably reutrn to song, to a state of rapture. For years, I had assumed that throwing beautiful words at the page would make my prose feel true. But I had th...
I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known fro...
The truth was that I didn't know my own mind. Just as you might move into a house and in the scatterbrained days of unpacking leave a broom in some corner, where it remains until someone uses it and then returns it to that corner, now knowing that it...
Considérez dans son martyre spirituel cet être qui gît les yeux clos, disloqué comme la victime d'un accident brutal qui ne nécessite plus ni attention ni secours. Dénombrez les coups de couteau de la hideuse déception dans l'imagination humai...
