Melvin Udall: Oh, you were talking about your dog. I thought you were referring to that colored man inside your apartment. Simon Bishop: Uh, what color would that be? Melvin Udall: Like uh, like thick MO-lasses.
[Dana has been possessed by a demon dog] Dr. Peter Venkman: I think we can get her a guest shot on "Wild Kingdom." I just whacked her up with about 300 cc's of Thorazaine... she's gonna take a little nap now.
Olivia: [yelling at dogs] Alright! Everybody down! Who wants to eat? Do you want to eat? Then get the fuck off him! [to Andrew] Olivia: I'm so sorry. We just don't have the time to train them. Who's got the time to train them?
Kate McCallister: [while on the phone, Kevin jumps onto the bed] No, we're not bringing the dog. We took him to the kennel... Hey, hey! Get off. Kevin, out of the room! Kevin McCallister: Hang up the phone and make me, why don't you?
Saruman: What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster! You are a lesser son of greater sires.
Billy Fish: I oft times tell Ootah about Englishmens. How they give names to dogs and take off hats to womans, and march into battle, left - right, left -right with rifles on their shoulders.
[Mr. White and Mr. Pink are washing up after the robbery went sour, trying to figure out what happened] Mr. Pink: You kill anybody? Mr. White: A few cops. Mr. Pink: No real people? Mr. White: Just cops.
Holdaway: So if this fruit's a Brewer's fan, his ass gotta be from Wisconsin. Freddy Newandyke: Bing! Holdaway: And I'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed Joe to a damned if I know that in Milwaukee they got a sheet on this Mr. White motherfucker...
Gus Grissom: [listening to the NASA recruiter] Say, Hot Dog; what the hell does "astronaut" mean, anyway? Gordon Cooper: [thinks for a moment] "Star Voyager" Gus Grissom: "Star Voyager" Gus Grissom. I kinda like the sound of that.
The Mole: You MUST shut of the alarms! I fucking hate guard dogs! Cartman: Yeah, I heard you the first time you British piece of shit. [gets shocked by the V-chip] Cartman: Owww!
Glinda, the Good Witch of the North: Are you a good witch, or a bad witch? Dorothy: I'm not a witch at all. I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas. Glinda, the Good Witch of the North: Oh. Well, is that the witch? Dorothy: Who, Toto? Toto's my dog!
Wicked Witch of the West: Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of spears! Thought you were pretty foxy, didn't you? Well! The last to go will see the first three go before her! And your mangy little dog, too!
[at a weapons checkpoint, Strickland holds a shotgun on Tannen] Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Marshall Strickland. I didn't know you was back in town. Marshall Strickland: If you can't read the sign, Tannen, I presume you can read THIS.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Listen up, Eastwood! I aim to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it'd be you. But if you're just too damn yella, I guess it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend.
I was a supporting character in other people's lives, which seemed right and familiar to me. I was also an outsider: English in the U.S., American in England, dogged yet comforted by that familiar feeling of alien-ness, which occupied that space wher...
Oh I believe in loving cats and dogs and children and parents – sometimes – but I don’t believe in romantic love. Of course, there’s the momentary rush of hormones and chemicals that encourages us to mate, but it’s biology – it’s no mor...
If you want to open a supermarket chain and put your face all around the globe, selling your baby and your dog, if it makes you happy, who am I to disagree, as the song goes. But it's not for me. I've always tried to keep my integrity and keep my aut...
People leave imprints on our lives, shaping who we become in much the same way that a symbol is pressed into the page of a book to tell you who it comes from. Dogs, however, leave paw prints on our lives and our souls, which are as unique as fingerpr...
The dog leash was still tied tight around the oak tree in the back, stretched worn and limp across the green grass as if trying to escape to freedom; and he buried his wife without a tombstone. Where before, she sat most times in his home, licking he...
I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?
I don't want to be treated like I came from another planet or something or was somehow born with some weird birthright or super power. I don't view myself that way. I am a normal guy, picking up the crap from the dog and scraping the BBQ and having a...
