Mother: Is this another one of your silly puzzles? Mr. Parker: Yeah, another one of my silly puzzles. This one could be worth FIFTY THOUSAND BUCKS. Mother: What is it this time? Mr. Parker: Name the great characters in American literature. Mother: Vi...
Donnie: [discussing his parents] They didn't buy me what I wanted for Christmas. Dr. Lilian Thurman: What did you want for Christmas that year? Donnie: Hungry, Hungry Hippos. Dr. Lilian Thurman: And how did you feel, being denied these Hungry, Hungry...
Kid #1: It's Christmas. You could steal City Hall. John McClane: Come on. [Zeus and John take the kids' bikes] Kid #1: My bike? John McClane: Let's go. Come on. Kid #1: That's my bike! Zeus: Yeah, it's Christmas!
Edward R. Murrow: We'll split the advertising, Fred and I. He just won't have any presents for his kids at Christmas. Sig Mickelson: He's a Jew. Edward R. Murrow: Well don't tell him that. He loves Christmas.
Mrs. Dilber: I've got his blankets. Old Joe: Ah, his blankets... Why, Mrs. Dilber, they're still warm! I don't pay extra for the warmth, you know. Mrs. Dilber: You should. It's the only warmth he ever had.
The family is the key of Christmas.
Christmas albums are not something you do frequently.
Christmas is joy, religious joy, an inner joy of light and peace.
[the 54th has just been attached to Col. Montgomery's regiment in the hope of seeing combat. The troops are marching through the regiment's camp] Cpl. Thomas Searles: Who are these ragamuffins? John Rawlins: Contraband soldiers, straight from the fie...
Fashion Week is like Christmas.
I like to spend Christmas with family and friends, pigging out, exchanging gifts and basically doing nothing.
The Christmas genre is a field that's been well-ploughed.
We always had lutefisk for Christmas dinner, after which Dad read from the Norwegian Bible.
Doesn’t he look just like a ring wraith?” she said thoughtfully. “Are you kidding?” replied Cathy, “I most certainly won't be carol singing at your door this Christmas if you've got one of those ugly things hanging on it!” “No, from Lor...
There are some upon this earth of yours who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name; who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. R...
Kad umrem, prekinuce se jedna srebrna nit sa nanizanim glatkim biserima koji ce se rasuti po zemlji i otkotrljati kuci svojim majkama skoljkama na dnu mora. Ko ce zaroniti za mojim biserima kad mene ne bude vise? Ko ce znati da su bili moji? Ko ce zn...
It's my experience that most folk who ride trains could care less where they're going. For them it's the journey itself and the people they meet along the way. You see, at every stop this train makes, a little bit of America, a little bit of your cou...
All you have to do [to win a Pulitzer Prize] is spend your life running from one awful place to another, write about every horrible thing you see. The civilized world reads about it, then forgets it, but pats you on the head for doing it and gives yo...
Van Gogh on Christmas: And now we’re slowly heading towards winter, and many dread it, but Christmas is wonderful, it’s like the moss on the roofs and like the pine and the holly and the ivy in the snow. Isleworth, 10 November 1876
Snow harder! Snow more! Snow blizzards galore! I can’t get enough Of the fluffy white stuff! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow a ton! Snow a heap! Snow ten feet deep! I wouldn’t cry If it snowed til July. Snow! Snow! Snow!
I discovered that the real meaning of Christmas has nothing to do with you at all. It is about a very special gift. I want to you tell you about this gift.
