Mrs. Banks: I'll try to do better next time. Mr. Banks: Next time? My dear, you've engaged six nannies in the last four months. And they've all been unqualified disasters.
William of Baskerville: My dear Adso, we must not allow ourselves to be influenced by irrational rumors of the Antichrist, hmm? Let us instead exercise our brains and try to solve this tantalizing conundrum.
Mrs. Bennet: Do you not want to know who has taken it? Mr. Bennet: As you wish to tell me, my dear, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
Alan Shepard: Dear Lord, please don't let me fuck up. Gordon Cooper: I didn't quite copy that. Say again, please. Alan Shepard: I said everything's A-OK.
[Chihiro is being called Sen] Chihiro: Granny... I just want you to know my real name! It's Chihiro! Zeniba: Oh, what a pretty name! Be sure to take good care of it, dear!
Batiatus: But, my dear, great, all-conquering Marcus Licinius Crassus... what if it is Spartacus who crosses the battlefield, looking for you? Marcus Licinius Crassus: In such circumstances, I have no doubt you will be helping him.
Marianne: Sir John, might I play your pianoforte? Sir John Middleton: Yes, yes, of course. My goodness. Yes, we do not stand upon ceremony here, my dear.
Mrs Jennings: Ah, now, do not fret, my dear. I have been told that this good weather is keeping many of our sportsmen in the country at present, but the frost will soon drive them to town. Depend on it.
Capt. James 'Bugger' Staros: You are my sons, my dear sons. You live inside me now. I'll carry you wherever I go.
[Cyclops, under Stryker's mind control, attacks Jean, Magneto, and Mystique] Dr. Jean Grey: Go! I'll handle him! Magneto: [to Mystique] This is one lovers' quarrel we cannot get involved in, my dear.
Alice: I'm sorry I interrupted your birthday party. Thank you. March Hare: Birthday? My dear child, this is NOT a birthday party. Mad Hatter: Of course not. This is an unbirthday party.
Dr. Frankenstein: [to Elizabeth] This is Professor Pretorius. He used to be Doctor of Philosophy at the university but, uh... Dr. Pretorius: But was booted out - booted, my dear Baron, is the word - for knowing too much.
Lord Byron: Well, whatever your purpose may have been, my dear, I take great relish in savoring each separate horror. I roll them over on my tongue.
Walter Sobchak: [asked to be quiet at the coffee house] Excuse me, dear? The Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint! The Dude: This isn't a First Amendment issue, man.
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
The scholar only knows how dear these silent, yet eloquent, companions of pure thoughts and innocent hours become in the season of adversity. When all that is worldly turns to dross around us, these only retain their steady value.
The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read a book over I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.
We ran into lots of old friends. Friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school. Everyone had matured in their own way, and even as we stood face to face with them they seemed like people from dreams, sudden glimpses through the fenc...
A brick could be your new best friend. If this appeals to you, it’s probably because people tend to seek the company of others who posses similar intellects and interests. And as I have just begun demonstrating, a brick can be very interesting inde...
For the first time, it struck me that when Denver said he'd be my friend for life, he meant it-for better or for worse. The hell of it was, Mr. Ballantine never wanted a friend, especially a black one. But once Denver committed, he stuck. It reminded...
—Alone, quite alone. You have no fear of that. And you know what that word means? Not only to be separate from all others but to have not even one friend. —I will take the risk, said Stephen. —And not to have any one person, Cranly said, who wo...
