Milo Tindle: It looks like you've had it. They're coming up the drive. Andrew Wyke: Keep them out! Milo Tindle: Keep the police out? It's just not done, old boy. But still, I'll try.
The one thing emphasized in any creative writing course is 'write what you know,' and that automatically drives a wooden stake through the heart of imagination. If they really understood the mysterious process of creating fiction, they would say, 'Yo...
As president of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, I have seen private equity firms plunder company after company, taking rich fees for themselves and cutting costs until there's nothing left to cut. Time and again I've seen their reckless b...
I know the one time I tried therapy, I did after a month or two, and I only lasted a few months, because I started to worry about being entertaining. I kept driving there once a week for an hour and I'm thinking 'What am I going to talk about today?'
What is driving the tendency to discount Joseph Smith's revelations is not that they seem less reasonable than those of Moses; it is that the book containing them is so new. When it comes to prophecy, antiquity breeds authenticity. Events in the dist...
Vincent: You got ten minutes. 10:01? I drive the cab to the hospital and execute your mother on my way out of town, and don't pretend indifference. Max: I can't do this.
Clark: Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead? Eddie: Naw, I'm doing just fine, Clark.
Alabama trooper #1: [watching Daisy and Hoke leave after checking them out] An old nigger and an old Jew woman takin' off down the road together... that is one sorry sight!
[after Florene storms out when Katie Bell makes a mistake] Boolie Werthan: Don't worry Katie Bell, it's not QUITE the end of the world.
[Waking Blake up in the morning] Nobody: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake. Rise now, and drive your cart and plough over the bones of the dead!
Merlin: The days of our kind are numberèd. The one God comes to drive out the many gods. The spirits of wood and stream grow silent. It's the way of things. Yes... it's a time for men, and their ways.
Ferris: Look, it's real simple. Whatever mileage we put on, we'll take off. Cameron: How? Ferris: We'll drive home backwards.
[Kim and Zoe are convincing Abernathy to convince Jasper to take his 1970 Dodge Challenger for a test drive] Zoe: What are you going to do? Blow him? Abernathy: [repulsed] No! Abernathy: [pause] I'm going to insinuate that Lee is.
Dr. Terence Wynn: Now, for God's sake, he can't even drive a car! Dr. Sam Loomis: He was doing very well last night! Maybe someone around here gave him lessons!
Phil Wenneck: [while driving a squad car on the sidewalk and using the loudspeaker] Ma'am, in the leopard dress, you have an amazing rack. [to himself] Phil Wenneck: I should have been a fucking cop.
Esteban Vihaio: [indicating the Bride's convertible] I heard you were driving a truck. The Bride: My Pussy Wagon died on me. Esteban Vihaio: The Pussy died? Hmm...
[Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun] Chris: We'll get there. Vin: It's not getting up there that bothers me. It's staying up there that I mind.
Helmut Grokenberger: [objecting to Yoyo's driving the cab] No, no, it's... Yoyo: What you mean 'No?' Helmut Grokenberger: It's not allowed! Not allowed! Yoyo: Look, yeah, it's allowed! This is New York!
[driving while drunk] Alicia: How am I doing? Devlin: Not bad. Alicia: Scared? Devlin: No. Alicia: No... no, you're not scared of anything, are you? [the car nearly swerves off-road] Devlin: [correcting himself] Not too much!
John Mason: When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison which is the same thing.
[Ed is driving Philip's Jaguar very fast, dodging other cars as he tries to escape the zombies] Philip: [pompously] You *do* realise this is a 20 mph zone? Ed: [grinning] Oh yeah!
