Woody: Hey! Who moved my doodle pad way over here? Rex: [jumps in front of Woody] ROAR! Woody: Hey, how ya doin', Rex. Rex: [stops roaring] Were you scared? Tell me honestly. Woody: I was close to being scared that time. Rex: I'm going for fearsome h...
Thus we come to the problem of determining what the poem is 'about.' Charles Altieri notes that '[a]n expression of the self can be one that is intended, the self's act, or one that is symptomatic, the act of a self not in control of what it manifest...
Shaun: [about Ed] I've known him since primary school, you know? I like having him around, he's a laugh. Pete: What, because he can impersonate an orangutan? Fuck-a-doodle-doo! Shaun: Oh, leave him alone. Pete: All right, I admit, he can pretty funny...
Even the Inquisitor's eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled , and a cobalt-blue Prussian military jacket open over a white lace shirt. He...
Angelo: So who's your client, Mr. Detective-to-the-Stars? Chilly Willy? Or Screwy Squirrel? Dolores: What'll it be? Angelo: I'll have a beer, doll. So what happened, huh? Somebody kidnapped Dinky Doodle? Dolores: Cut it out, Angelo. Angelo: No, wait ...
The problem with me is that I cannot focus when she is on my mind. I can’t. I probably will make a mistake when writing that paper and will start writing everything I feel about her—the professor will be very happy with that, I am sure. Oh well, ...
