Alexandria: Why did Alexander didn't go from that buildings on his horse... Roy Walker: What. Alexandria: Why did Alexander didn't go from that middle of the buildings, from that buildings, on his horse? Roy Walker: Well...
Curly Bill: Hey Johnny, what did that Mexican mean by a sick horse is going to get us? Johnny Ringo: He was quoting the Bible, Revelations. "Behold the pale horse". The man who "sat on him was Death... and Hell followed with him".
In America, they say, you can take a horse to the pond, but you can't make him drink. My way is different. I only take the horse to the pond to make him drink. If he doesn't, I'll cut his head off.
After I broke my leg I had to go back and do one of the remakes of 'The Magnificent Seven' and ended up on a horse that pitched me off and broke my leg again... I rode horses pretty well. I just didn't like doing it.
In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.
Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip.
We are the dead,' he said. 'We are the dead,' echoed Julia dutifully. 'You are the dead,' said an iron voice behind them.
Crime leaves a trail like a water beetle; like a snail, it leaves its silver track; like a horse-mango, it leaves its smell.
He was drop-dead gorgeous and I, well I was just ... dead." (Tera Hightower, Dead Chick Walking)
Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.
Lydia: Mr. and Mrs. Maitland? Hello? Where are you? Beetlejuice: Dead. Dead, dead, deadski. Lydia: Of course they're dead. They're ghosts. Beetlejuice: No, I mean they're gone, split, out of here, afterlife kids, deceased-ahh. Lydia: Are you a ghost ...
Caesar: I'm a dead man, Johnnie? I'm a fucking dead man? Guess again, Johnnie. Who's the dead man? Who? Who's dead, fuckface? Who? Who? I can't hear you, Johnnie. Guess again. Take another guess, Johnnie. Take another fucking guess.
Religion needs a baptism of horse sense.
I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.
Scotty: [Taunting Cheryl by whispering] Dead bodies in the cellar. Dead bodies in the... Cheryl: Will you stop it!
A horse blanket, Mel? I remembered what I was wearing. 'It tore in half when Hrani tried washing it. She was going to mend it. This piece was too small for a horse, but it was just right for me.' Bran laughed a little unsteadly. 'Mel. A .
I want to be the best race horse around when I grow up, Mama. You can be, Charlie, as long as you are willing to try your best and not give up when you have a bad day.
I became known as Lily Casey, the mustang-breaking, poker-playing, horse-race-winning schoolmarm of Coconino County, and it wasn't half bad to be in place where no one had a problem with a woman having a moniker like that.
I wanted to thank Trent, but all I could do was give him a faint smile before I lost consciousness. Everything had worked flawlessly. I had planned the perfect murder - my own.
Derek favored his left side. His horse refused to bear him. I couldn't blame the horse. I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me, either. But it made us slow.
I used to be into ‘forbidden fruit’, but I’ve moved on to‘verboten vegetables
