Gus Grissom: How ya doin', miss? Lady Bartender: So-so. How you doin'? Gus Grissom: I'm not doin' it any more. The damn thing's draggin' in the mud and I can't get it up.
Pancho Barnes: Why Yeager, you old bastard. Don't just stand there like some lonesome god-damn mouse-shit sheepherder. Get your ass over here and have a drink.
McCoy: Damn it Jim, what the hell is the matter with you? Other people have birthdays, why are we treating yours like a funeral?
Joe Turner: This is no damned book! Somebody or something is rotten in the Company! Higgins: You never complained 'til yesterday. Joe Turner: You didn't start killing my friends until yesterday!
[Morgan is fatally wounded in a gunfight] Morgan Earp: Remember what I said about people seein' a bright light before they die? It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing.
That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down....
Soldier in Trench: [Captain Willard steps on a sleeping soldier in the dark] Goddamn it. You stepped in my face. Lance: We thought you were dead. Soldier in Trench: Well, you thought wrong, damn it.
Ava Gardner: ...You can't buy me, Howard, so stop trying. Don't buy me any more diamonds or sapphires or any other damn thing. You can buy me dinner...
Ping: [in Cantonese, to Edward who was hiding in the dressing room] Who are you? Young Ed Bloom: [In Cantonese] Please, I'm not going to hurt you. Jing: [In Cantonese] Damn right you're not! GUARD!
Geisler: I've got a writer here - Fink - all screwy! Says I'm producing that Wallace Beery wrestling picture; what am I, the god-damn janitor around here?
Ricky: [scratching lotto ticket] damn, nothin. Tre Styles: what? Ricky: Nothin, I said I didn't win nothin. Tre Styles: You gotta be mexican to win that shit.
Everybody's career has ups and downs. I like to take chances; I don't like to stand still. And I don't give a damn what the market is interested in; I want to try things.
Everything she does comes from within, from some dark impulse. I guess that’s what makes her so thrilling to watch. So dangerous. Even perfect at times. But also so damned destructive.
That’s exactly what I’m telling you. And right now, I’m feeling in need of the firefighter part of him because he just freaking lit my body on fire with his damn orgasmic drumming.
That relationship where you can feel great waking up next to the same face and brave through the same morning breath 'cause you love him so damn much. Yup...I want that shit!
I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?
That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.
I wouldn't do this if i didn't care, but you mean everything to me, and if this is what you need, then this is what you'll get. But we're damned well going to work on changing this association between caring and spanking.
Damn it! Are you so stupid you don't know what I'm going to do to you?" Her eyes bore into his without flinching. "Are you so stupid you haven't figured out yet that it doesn't matter?
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.
And, when the revolutionary cries that he is fighting for ‘freedom’, be sure to go running away from him just as fast as you can, for you can be damned certain he’s fighting for the freedom to tell you what to do.
