One congressman asked 'I just want to know if you've accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior. The minister looked stunned, and he said 'no.' The whole table almost fell on the floor. The congressman was quite serious. That was his litmus test.
As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars.
This big part flies off on the floor. The other part goes like this and lands in my foot! Standing up! It's standing in my foot! Right in the side of my foot. The flute glass. I think I'm like in one of my own pictures.
We all have heard it claimed that 13 is an 'unlucky number.' Indeed, there are many hotels in America that for this very reason claim not to have a 13th floor, in the sense that there is no button bearing the label '13' in their elevators (I recently...
As long as you have any floor space at all, you have room for books! Just make two stacks of books the same height, place them three or four feet apart, lay a board across them, and repeat. Viola! Bookshelves!
Alex: I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony.
Grange: I saw him too. He had a guitar. He winked at me before he jumped out a fourth floor window like he had wings. Top Dollar: He winked at you? [tsk] Top Dollar: Musicians.
[Cheryl has become possessed] Cheryl: Why have you disturbed our sleep; awakened us from our ancient slumber? [shouts] Cheryl: You will die! Like the others before you, one by one, we will take you. [falls to the floor]
Chris MacNeil: Oh no, that was no spasm. I got on the bed. The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor and shaking. The whole thing, with me on it! Dr. Klein: Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed; it's her brain.
Deputy Mitch: [Gault floors Rambo with a nightstick] Gault, what the fuck was that? Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: Well, the man said 'Clean him up.' [Kicks Rambo] Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: Clean him up...
[Korben shows up at Father Cornelius' door with an unconscious Leeloo in his arms] Priest Vito Cornelius: Yes? Korben Dallas: I'm, uh, looking for a priest. Priest Vito Cornelius: Weddings are one floor down, my son. Congratulations.
Dr Ray Stantz: Alright boys... Ready? Throw it! [Ghostbusters fire away at Slimer; chandelier falls to the floor] Dr Ray Stantz: I did that, I did that... That's my fault. Dr. Peter Venkman: It's OK; the table broke the fall.
John Coffey: Boss? I gots to speak with you now, Boss. Paul Edgecomb: [prostrate on the floor after being hit in the groin] This is not a good time, John Coffey. Not a good time at all.
Jeffrey Wigand: You manipulated me into where I am now - staring at the Brown and Williamson Building. It's all dark except the tenth floor. That's the legal department, where they fuck with my life!
[watching Linus trapped on the upper floor by security guards] Virgil Malloy: Shouldn't someone help him? Basher: Oh, that's a good idea, Rabbit. Let's hop out of the van and we can all get nicked!
Jack: Fucking chick's married, man. Miles Raymond: What? Jack: Her husband works a night shift or something, and he comes home and catches me on the floor with my cock in his wife's ass. Miles Raymond: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Kirk: Physician, heal thyself! McCoy: [Lying on the floor, propping himself up on one elbow] Is that all you've got to say? What about my performance? Kirk: I'm not a drama critic!
When I was little I went to a Baptist Church with my grandmother. My earliest memories were of her falling out in the middle of the floor and they had to cover her with a white sheet. Every time we went to church it was scary. The music would start p...
Robert Ford: [Looking at Wood lying on the floor in a pool of blood with a bullet hole in his head] He's still suckin' air, but I think he's a goner.
[the Colonel's lady friend is lying on the floor, bleeding from the nose] Young Stud: [wailing] I, I think she did too much coke. Colonel James: Oh, you think so, doctor?
I've been shooting the ball and running a little bit. It's just going out here now and forgetting that I've been out and try to get back in and make sure I know what's going on out there on the floor and that we're just not lost as a team.
