My first taste memory is pickle. Even as a kid, I was really weird. I liked chillis. I used to climb up the shelves in my grandmother's pantry. The pickle jar was kept right at the top. One time, I dropped the jar and it broke. I was totally busted.
Everything rational and sensible abandons me when I try to throw out photographs. Time and time again, I hold one over a wastebasket, and then find it impossible to release my fingers and let the picture drop and disappear.
Sexy Stud: [as he drops into his seat in the jail cell, sighing sadly as he leans back against the bars] I miss my donkey.
[the Were-Rabbit is teetering on the edge of the roof and accidentally knocks down a stone urn] PC McIntosh: Stand back! There may be a large rabbit dropping!
Teasle: [after dropping off Rambo outside the city limits] If you want some friendly advice, get a haircut and take a bath. You wouldn't get hassled so much.
Narrator: [the soundtrack plays a minor scale on bassoon, ending on a very low note] Go on. Go on; drop the other shoe, will you? [it sounds an even deeper note, obviously the lowest]
Ramsey: Life is binary: zero and ones. Only two things keep a group like this together; fear or loyalty - and I don't see a drop of fear amongst you guys.
Chunk: Look at this. They've got Misissippi Mud and they've got Chocolate Eruption and they've got what? [Everyone screams] Chunk: It's a stiff. [Everyone screams and drops the dead body]
Ryan Stone: You're losing altitude fast, Tiangong. You keep dropping and you're going to kiss the atmosphere. But not without me, because you're my last ride.
Dash: [answers door] Hey, Lucius! Lucius: Hey, Speedo, Helen, Vi, Jack-Jack. Bob: Hey, hey! ICE of you to drop by. Lucius: Ha! [unenthusiastically] Lucius: Never heard that one before.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [Dr. Ellie Sattler has dug through a pile of dino-droppings with her hands] You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything?
Tom Reagan: Drop Johnson? He play your book much? Tad: Pssh! You kidding? I didn't even know he could count!
Tom Reagan: So, uh, you didn't see Bernie Birnbaum before he was shown across? Clarence "Drop" Johnson: Uh, no? Tom Reagan: Seen him since?
[Mika has just dropped off last of his drunken passengers] Mika: Are you sure you know where you are? Man #3: Yes. Helsinki. [Mika nods and drives away]
[upon seeing his father dropping his spaghetti on his lap] Joey Gazelle: [fed up] What are you doing? You taking a collection down there?
Shellie: Wish you would've dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy. Then you could've met my boyfriend, could've seen what a real man looks like.
Dr. Simon Tam: [to River] If there's any fighting, drop to the floor or run away. [pause; regarding the rest of the crew] Dr. Simon Tam: It's okay to leave them to die.
Billy Ray Valentine: [after demonstrating some fake karate moves] That's called the "quart of blood" technique. You do that, a quart of blood will drop out of a man's body.
Willy Wonka: [Dropping an old-fashioned alarm clock into a vat of some sort of candy mixture] Time is a precious thing. Never waste it.
Pizza made me who I am. In the summer of 1998, I dropped out of college and started a pizza restaurant called Growlies in my hometown in rural Canada. My seed money: a credit card with a $20,000 limit.
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off ...
