Don Lockwood: [to the press] They sent me to the finest schools, including dancing schools. That's where I first met Cosmo. And with him I used to perform for all of Mom and Dad's society friends.
[Jim's daughter wants to go trick-or-treating as a hippie] Barbara Lovell: Dad, can I please wear this? Jim Lovell: Sure. Marilyn Lovell: Jim! Jim Lovell: No! No, absolutely not.
Colonel Frank Fitts: You need structure. Yeah? You need discipline. Ricky Fitts: Yes, sir. Thank you for trying to teach me. Don't give up on me, Dad.
Elaine Miller: [to William] Your Dad was so proud of you. He knew you were a predominantly accelerated child. Anita Miller: What about me? Elaine Miller: You are rebellious and ungrateful of my love.
Tim: Oh look! I've forgotten this. Jimmy Fontana, Il Mondo. Dad: Greatest record ever recorded by an Italian who looks like he's got a dead badger on his head.
George: I'm really great at what I do, Dad. I mean I'm really great at what I do. Fred Jung: Let me tell you something, George: you'd have been great at anything.
Batman: Do you still follow your dad's orders? Andrea Beaumont: The way I see it, the only one in this room controlled by his parents is you.
Bruno: Why do you wear pajamas all day? Shmuel: The soldiers. They took all our clothes away. Bruno: My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away.
Finishing my thoughts aloud meant saying how my dad had passed, and I had failed. How I had smoked joints and lay in bed enabling my hopelessness. I’d been the ugly in my world.
My dad’s contentment is all that matters to me. When he’s laughing, I’m laughing. When he’s happy, I’m happy. I would give up my soul for him. To me, nothing else but his happiness matters.
When I was growing up we didn't have a massive house and there were five women running around, so my dad and I had to stick together!
At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad wile you brave, strong menfolk hold off the bad guys. Right?
Shane's dad said, "I should have left you in the damn cage to fry, you ungrateful little bastard. You're no son of mine." "Hallelujah," Shane said softly. Free at last.
When the Holy Father passed away in 2005, Laura, Dad, Bill Clinton, and I flew together to his funeral in Rome. It was the first time an American president had attended the funeral of a pope, let alone brought two of his predecessors.
But, Dad…” She hesitated. “It will mean raising me all over again. It means suffering through my childhood for a third time. No parent should be asked to do that.” Sol managed a smile. “No parent would refuse that, Rachel.
My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.
Dad says there are more than three thousand letters in the Japanese alphabet, which could pose a problem. There are only twenty-six letters in the English alphabet, and I get into enough trouble with them as it is.
Dad was a philosopher and had what he called his Theory of Purpose, which held that everything in life had a purpose, and unless it achieved that purpose, it was just taking up space on the planet and wasting everybody's time.
A blanket could be split in two—divided in half, like hereditary territory one inherits. And once you’ve got half the blanket, you’d better stay on your side of the bed—or else I’m going to tell dad.
Dad scowls. "Phen." He says the name like it's a swear word. "Disgusting, cowardly creatures, the ambivalent. Worse than the fallen, in many ways." His eyes are so fierce it's a tad scary. "They have no conviction at all.
My dad says that when I was two or three I used to go out dressed as a different character every day. I remember thinking it was perfectly normal to wear different coloured shoes and carry a pink umbrella. But now I've got a goddaughter of that age; ...
