[first lines] Satipo: [picking up poison dart] The Hovitos are near. The poison is still fresh, three days. They're following us. Barranca: If they knew we were here, they would've killed us already.
Miss Kenton: What's in that book? Come on, let me see! Stevens: This is my private time. You're invading it. Miss Kenton: Oh, is that so? Stevens: Yes. Miss Kenton: I'm invading your private time, am I? Stevens: Yes.
Princess Ann: I could do some of the things I've always wanted to. Joe Bradley: Like what? Princess Ann: Oh, you can't imagine. I-I'd do just whatever I liked all day long.
John Connor: You know what you're doing? The Terminator: I have detailed files on human anatomy. Sarah Connor: I'll bet. Makes you a more efficient killer, right? The Terminator: Correct.
SWAT Team Leader: You, in the window! Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head! Police Helicopter Pilot: [the Terminator starts firing minigun] Shit! That's a damn minigun!
[John Connor wants to get some things from home] The Terminator: Negative. The T-1000 will definitely try to reacquire you there. John Connor: You sure? The Terminator: I would.
Blue: What you need, homey? Jake Hoyt: Crack. 20 bucks' worth. Blue: Crack? [looks at Alonzo] Blue: Smells like bacon in this muthafucka. What I look like, a sucka to you, nigga? Fuck you, rookie.
Alonzo Harris: [Explaining his orders to raid Roger's house] There's nothing I can do about it, you know, I'm just a lowly civil servant. Roger: Ehhh, you're their bitch!
Newscaster: A Los Angeles Police Department Narcotics officer was killed today serving a high-risk warrant near LAX. An LAPD spokesperson says that Detective Alonzo Harris is survived by his wife and four sons.
[Hoyt just smoked some weed] Alonzo Harris: When was the last time you smoked weed? Jake Hoyt: High school... We were... Alonzo Harris: Smoking weed. Jake Hoyt: Right. Alonzo Harris: Right.
Bryan: A friend gave this to me. It's Albanian. You mind translating it? Marko: [translates paper] "Good luck". Bryan: You don't remember me? We spoke on the phone two days ago. I told you I would find you.
Billy Ray Valentine: [on his first day of work] What if I can't do this job, Coleman? What if I'm not what they expected? Coleman: Just be yourself, sir. Whatever happens, they can't take that away from you.
Nick Naylor: Now what we need is a smoking role model. A real winner. Jeff Megall: Indiana Jones meets Jerry Maguire. Nick Naylor: Right, on two packs a day.
[Rose is telling the story of how she and Jack met] Lewis Bodine: Wait a second. You were going to kill youself by jumping off of the Titanic? [laughing hysterically] Lewis Bodine: All you had to do was wait two days!
Charlie Bucket: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be burned in the furnace, will they? Willy Wonka: Hm... well, I think that furnace is only lit every other day, so they have a good sporting chance, haven't they?
Withnail: [looking at a newspaper] Oh, look at this little bastard. "Boy lands plum role for top Italian director" Course he does! Probably on a tenner a day, and I know what for! 2 pound 10 a tit and a fiver for his arse!
Wizard of Oz: Back where I come from there are men who do nothing all day but good deeds. They are called phila... er, phila... er, yes, er, Good Deed Doers.
Smart Ass: Stop that laughing. You know what happens when you can't stop laughing? [hits two with a plunger, throws it at the chubby one] Smart Ass: One of these days, you're gonna die laughing.
George: Did you really think I was going to kill you, Martha? Martha: You, kill me? That's a laugh. George: Well now, I might some day. Martha: Fat chance.
To become a doctor, you spend so much time in the tunnels of preparation - head down, trying not to screw up, trying to make it from one day to the next - that it is a shock to find yourself at the other end, with someone shaking your hand and asking...
I mean, first, almost all writers these days teach because they don't make enough money publishing to live on, to support themselves - people like Tobias Wolff, Anne Beattie, Amy Hempel, Stuart Dybek; a lot of short story writers, for one thing.
