Pink: Don, have you ever thought about why we play football? How many times have you gotten laid strictly because you're a football player? Don: I don't know. A few, I guess.
Coach Conrad: Before next fall you're in need of a serious attitude adjustment, young man. You'd better get your priorities straight. And watch out with that other crowd you're runnin' with. Don't think I haven't noticed.
Mike: I didn't think drugs and alchohol were such a big deal they had to resort to Neo-McCarthyism to get rid of it. Pink: I think they're just worried that some of us are having too good a time.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'll take Miss Barret back to her apartment and check her out. [Dana Barret looks up confused] Dr. Peter Venkman: I'll go check out Miss Barret's apartment. OK?
Jim Stark: If I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused and I didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything. If I felt that I belonged someplace. You know?
Marv: What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer.
John: [WALL-E is looking for EVE and bumps into John, turning off his display] What-what the? [Notices WALL-E] WALL.E: [Introducing himself] WALL-E! John: Uhh... John... WALL.E: EE-va? John: [Confused] No? John.
As a result of 50 years of emancipation, feminine qualities were dying out or being transferred to the males. Pansies of both sexes were everywhere, not yet completely homosexual, but confused not knowing what they were. The result was a herd of unha...
Fran Kubelik: What's a tennis racket doing in the kitchen? C.C. Baxter: Tennis racket? Oh, I remember, I was cooking myself an Italian dinner. [Fran looks confused] C.C. Baxter: I use it to strain the spaghetti.
I actually didn't listen to the Beatles song 'Nowhere Man' when I was writing my book of the same name. What I listened to a lot was 'Abbey Road.' Its disjointedness and its readiness to confuse only to delight were inspiring to me.
I am certain that a novelist is someone who attributes a different reality-value to the characters and events of his story than to those of 'real' life. A novelist is someone who confuses his own life with that of his characters.
Humans are not separate from God, rather, humans are part of the complex system/force we call God. Not acknowledging we are fragments of the complex God is where some religions are dividing you and I, thereby creating confusion on the REAL NATURE OF ...
Fiction just has a lot more room for ambivalence and internal conflict, contradiction, and for me that sums up so much of what people felt after 9/11 - confusion even. And I think that's hard to capture in journalism.
Palestine. For most of us, the word brings to mind a series of confused images and disjointed associations-massacres, refugee camps, UN resolutions, settlements, terrorist attacks, war, occupation, checkered kouffiyehs and suicide bombers, a seemingl...
My so-called bad dress-sense phase happened when I was confused - I think I was taking advice all too often, without listening to my inner voice. Add to the fact that I was a little overweight; so every wrong 'outfit' got compounded all that much.
Want of foresight, unwillingness to act when action would be simple and effective, lack of clear thinking, confusion of counsel until the emergency comes, until self-preservation strikes its jarring gong - these are the features which constitute the ...
Ants are so much like human beings as to be an embarrassment. They farm fungi, raise aphids as livestock, launch armies into war, use chemical sprays to alarm and confuse enemies, capture slaves, engage in child labour, exchange information ceaseless...
She stared into his eyes and announced, “A good-bye kiss.” It was at that Raid stopped dead. “What?” “Raiden, the gig is up,” she declared, and Raid closed his eyes. Jesus, how could the woman be so infuriating and so fucking cute all at ...
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana. Adult Simba: Come on, will you cut it out? Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It will grow right back. Hehehe. Adult Simba: Creepy little monkey. Would you stop following me! Who are you? Rafiki: The q...
Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait." "I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.
Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely.
