Zoë: [the elevator opens] Sir? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: It's done. [looks at his crew notices River's missing] Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Report. River? [pause then the hold door opens. River's standing with weapons in hand and dead Reavers all around h...
Dr. Silberman: It won't work, Sarah. You're no killer, I don't believe you'd do it. Sarah Connor: You're already dead, Silberman. Everybody dies. You know I believe it so don't fuck with me!
Rooster Cogburn: Boots, I got Hayes and some youngster outside with Moon and Quincy. I want you to bury 'em for me. I'm in a hurry. Capt. Boots Finch: They're dead? Rooster Cogburn: Well, I wouldn't want you to bury 'em if they wasn't.
Richter: I want that fucker dead! Helm: I don't blame you, man. I wouldn't want a guy like Quaid porkin' my old lady. Richter: You saying she liked it? Helm: Uh... no... I'm sure she hated every minute of it.
Verbal: To a cop the explanation is never that complicated. It's always simple. There's no mystery to the street, no arch criminal behind it all. If you got a dead body and you think his brother did it, you're gonna find out you're right.
Sergeant Howie: And what of the TRUE God? Whose glory, churches and monasteries have been built on these islands for generations past? Now sir, what of him? Lord Summerisle: He's dead. Can't complain, had his chance and in modern parlance, blew it.
Laurie Juspeczyk: [after rolling down the cab window] I'm sorry. I invited you out to dinner to catch up and have a few laughs... but there don't seem to be many laughs around these days. Dan Dreiberg: What do you expect? The Comedian's dead.
I've done some luxury flying, which is brilliant. It has only happened once or twice, but it was nice because flying is the worst part of the holiday. But then again, if the plane crashes, you're still dead. For that much money I'd want a little caps...
What do I mean when I say 'suspended animation'? It is the process by which animals de-animate, appear dead and then can wake up again without being harmed. OK, so here is the sort of big idea: If you look out at nature, you find that as you tend to ...
One morning every spring, for exactly two minutes, Israel comes to a stop. Pedestrians stand in place, drivers pull over to the side of the road, and nobody speaks, sings, eats, or drinks as the nation pays respect to the victims of the Nazi genocide...
Someday, I have no doubt, the dead from today's wars will be seen with a similar sense of sorrow at needless loss and folly as those millions of men who lie in the cemeteries of France and Belgium - and tens of millions of Americans will feel a simil...
Dallas: [looking at alien skeleton] Alien life form. Looks like it's been dead a long time. Fossilized. Looks like it's growing out of the chair. [climbs up for a closer look] Dallas: Bones are bent outward, like he exploded from inside.
[first lines] [reading aloud as he writes a note] Evan: If anyone finds this, it means my plan didn't work and I'm already dead. But if I can somehow go back to the beginning of all of this, I might be able to save her.
Conklin: Let's ask Marie what she wants to do. Jason Bourne: Actually, I don't think she gives a shit. She's dead. Conklin: I'm sorry to hear that. How did that happen? Jason Bourne: She was slowing me down.
Paul Smecker: Oh, isn't that beautiful? All the lowlifes in quiet city Boston start dropping dead and *you* think it's unrelated! Greenly, the day I want the Boston Police to do my thinking for me, I will have a fucking tag on my toe!
[seeing the nine dead Russian mobsters that the masked men killed] Rocco: Boy, you guys sure did a good job. Ah shit, you guys are good huh? Cool masks. Where'd you get 'em?
Ray: If you point a gun at someone, you'd better make sure you shoot him, and if you shoot him you'd better make sure he's dead, because if he isn't then he's gonna get up and try to kill you.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
and he imagines cars and rides them in his dreams, so lonely growing up among the imaginary automobiles and dead souls of Tarrytown to create out of his own imagination the beauty of his wild forebears - a mythology he cannot inherit.
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth's foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. Their shoulders held the sky suspended; They stood, and earth's f...
There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and shadows and dwellers in twilight. It is possible that man may sometimes return on the track of evolutio...
