Mike Wallace: [to Hezbollah Head Gunman] What the hell do you think I am? A 78 year-old assassin? You think I'm gonna karate him to death with this notepad?
Guard: Well, the only way out of here is to try one of these doors! Guard: One of them leads to the castle at the end of the labyrinth, and the other one leads to... Guard: Ba-baba-BOOM! Guard: Certain DEATH! Guard: Ooooooooooooohhhhh!
Denethor: No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.
Boromir: Gandalf's death was not in vain. Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead.
Jacy Farrow: [to Lester Marlow] Thank God, I'm glad I weren't on fire - I would've burned to death before you got one button undone.
Gandalf: [to Grima] Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I did not pass through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
Sera: So, Ben with an "N"... what brings you to Las Vegas? Business convention? Ben Sanderson: I came here to drink myself to death.
Boss Spearman: She ought not to sneak up like that. Charley Waite: She weren't sneaking. I scared that woman half to death. Boss Spearman: Scared me a little bit too.
Landon: [Reflecting on Stewart's death and Taylor's reaction to it] You don't seem too cut up about it... George Taylor: It's too late for a wake. She's been dead nearly a year.
[Sugar Ray Robinson has just battered Jake La Motta half to death, but Jake has stayed on his feet] Jake La Motta: You didn't get me down, Ray.
Priest #2: [Before Marv's execution] Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... Marv: Would you get a move on already? I haven't got all night.
Antonius Block: This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
[X-wings are approaching Death Star] Wedge Antilles (Red 2): Look at the *size* of that thing! Red Leader: Cut the chatter, Red 2. Accelerate to attack speed.
[during the plague of the death of Egypt's firstborn] Rameses' son: My father. [in a weak voice, this was also Rameses' son's last line] Rameses: My son. Nefretiri: Your own curse is on him.
Martins: I was going to stay with him, but he died Thursday. Crabbin: Goodness, that's awkward. Martins: Is that what you say to people after death? "Goodness, that's awkward"?
The more we heat up the planet, the more it costs all of us, not just in money, but in colossal famines, displacements, deaths, and species extinctions, as well as in the loss of some of the things that make this planet a blue-green jewel, including ...
I wanted to write as well as I possibly could to deal with life-and-death problems in contemporary society. And the form of Wilkie Collins and Graham Greene, of Hammett and Chandler, seemed to offer me all the rope I would ever need.
Bernadette: [to Tick] Oh, that's a novel idea. Let's stuff ourselves to death. Imagine the headlines: "Whales Beach Themselves In The Outback". "Mystery Bum Sticks Dead In Drag".
Connor: Jeez! It's a fuckin' six-shooter. Fuck! Murphy: There's nine bodies, genius. Connor: What the fuck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
Four years after my father's death, when the subject of parents came up in conversation i would relate the information in a flat, matter-of-fact tone eager to detect in my listener the flinch of grief that eluded me.
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
