Doing 'All Good Things' really felt like I was acting for myself rather than anyone else. It gave me a freedom I'd never had before, or knew I had, to do whatever I want to, and to argue my opinions and not just feel like the cute girl on set or the ...
Captain Huston and myself have spent over $200,000 in strengthening the Yankees since we purchased the club. We paid $37,500 for Frank Baker; we paid $25,000 for Lee Magee, and we have got rid of a young fortune on other players who couldn't deliver ...
[Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents] Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure. Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi. Tyler Durden: Good answer. Narrator: How about you? Tyler Durden: Lincoln. Narrator: Lincoln? Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Ski...
Tyler Durden: This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it. Narrator: I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden: No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. ...
Narrator: You know what, I really think it's time you got out of here. Marla Singer: Oh don't worry, I'm leaving. Narrator: Not that we don't enjoy your little visits... Marla Singer: You know you are such a nutcase, I can't even begin to keep up!
Even when disco went out, I could still make hits. Once I had so much success, every idea became concentrated. I had so much confidence. I knew how the bass should sound, what rhythms would work. The tempos I knew: 110 to 120 BPM. I knew they would d...
Alvy Singer: Oh my God, she's right. Why did I turn off Allison Portchnik? She was beautiful, she was willing. She was real intelligent. Is it the old Groucho Marx joke that I'm - I just don't want to belong to any club that would have someone like m...
Andrew: [after Claire has given Allison a makeover] What happened to you? Allison Reynolds: Why? Claire did it... What's wrong? Andrew: Nothing's wrong... it's just so different, you know? I can see your face. Allison Reynolds: Is that good or bad? A...
[to himself, crawling above some acoustic ceiling tiles] Bender: Naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other. The bartender says, I guess you won't be needing a drink. Naked lady says... [the ceili...
Claire Standish: [about her parents] I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me. It's like they use me just to get back at each other. Allison Reynolds: [her first word of dialogue so far] Ha! Claire Standish: [long pause] Shut up!
Richard Vernon: You think about this: when you get old, these kids - when *I* get old - they're going to be running the country. Carl: Yeah. Richard Vernon: Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. That when I get older, t...
Doughboy: We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga? [Ferris and gang take a step back] Ferris: Put the gun away, nigga. Female Club Member: Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin'; nobody gets shot? Doughboy: Shut up, bitch!
In fact they were looking for weapons eager to find something they could justify the millions of dollars and massive deployment of personnel, the collection of stun-guns, tear-gas guns, pepper-spray guns, M16’s, horses, clubs, and armored personnel...
Aunt Libby: "I think I'm getting married! I've been dying to tell you." Raven: "You are? Congrats! Dad didn't mention..." Aunt Libby: "Well, okay, it's not official or anything. In fact, we haven't officially gone out yet. I just met him last night.
As he walked, he knew the bathroom instantly because of the reflective tile floor. Hers would be the last door again. As he took another step forward, he could see a sliver of skin cut by the light, reflecting a glimpse of her pale skin. It served as...
So don't come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you," he takes another step in my direction. My throat constricts. He's not finished, "And you show up here at my club thinking you can just waltz right in and have ...
Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my no...
Book-club night stopped abruptly when Caleb died. For almost a year and a half, as if by some type of tacit agreement, they all knew they couldn’t be in the same room at the same time. It was as if their collective grief would multiply, rebounding ...
Like the evangelist, I will shine with the light I have been shown, recognise that I have the ultimate solution for all my prospects, nurture that feeling deep within, and repeat the words to myself every day, until there is no doubt in my mind that ...
Seeking those elusive individuals is like mining for rare gems. It will take hard work, patience, and a persistent attitude. To find that rich seam of colourful stones, you will have to chip through dirt and rock. You will have to learn how to hold r...
His belief is so passionate that it fills him with the burning desire to share his fabulous news with anyone who will listen. He is concerned that it is us that might be missing out, not him. His faith in a single road to salvation and paradise is so...
