Rusty: [on Danny walking out of prison in a loosened black-tie suit] I hope you were the Groom. Danny: [on Rusty's attire for picking him up from prison] Ted Nugent called, he wants his shirt back.
Rusty: [impersonating a doctor] I'm sorry. He's gone. Virgil Malloy: [as he and Turk enter, impersonating paramedics] Man, I told you to run. Turk Malloy: Don't do that. Virgil Malloy: What, I didn't tell you to run?
Danny: We'll need Saul. Rusty: He won't do it. He got out of the game a year ago. Danny: Get religion? Rusty: Ulcers. Danny: ...You could ask him. Rusty: Hey, I could ask him.
[watching Linus trapped on the upper floor by security guards] Virgil Malloy: Shouldn't someone help him? Basher: Oh, that's a good idea, Rabbit. Let's hop out of the van and we can all get nicked!
Turk Malloy: Saul, do you get out to Utah much? Saul: Not as often as I'd like. Turk Malloy: Check it out. I think you'd dig Provo. You could do well there. Saul: I'll look into it.
Ed: [Directing Shaun on where to shoot] There! Shaun: Where? Ed: Three o'clock! Dianne: Oh! Over there again. Quarter to twelve. Shaun: What? David: Eleven forty-five! Shaun: Keep it simple! Ed: Top left!
Stacey Pilgrim: Next time, we don't date the girl with eleven evil ex-boyfriends. Scott Pilgrim: It's seven. Stacey Pilgrim: Oh, well, that's not that bad.
As for poker, I've stayed away from that, even though when I was in Vegas for Ocean's Eleven, I would get accosted by these guys begging me to play. They just want to take my money. They see me, think 'actor' and see some easy money.
During my eleven years as a New York City public school teacher, I saw firsthand the impact that poverty has on the classroom. In low-income neighborhoods like Sunset Park, where I taught, students as young as five years old enter school affected by ...
I haven't seen a new football play since I was in high school. You have just so many holes in a line and you have eleven men playing, and there's only so many ways you can go through those holes, and those ways have been used for forty, fifty years.
Colt Gun Salesman: [the gun salesman is amazed at Marty's gunmanship at a shooting gallery] Uh, just tell me one thing. Where'd you learn to shoot like that? Marty McFly: 7-Eleven.
The ukulele was the first of many instruments they had bought for me. They got me a guitar when I was eleven, which my son Morgan uses until this day. They paid for 3 years of guitar lessons; they bought me a bass fiddle, which I still play.
The encouraging thing is that every time you meet a situation, though you may think at the time it is an impossibility and you go through the tortures of the damned, once you have met it and lived through it you find that forever after you are freer ...
Yes, she was a scandal. Her brother simply didn’t know it. “I fell in the Serpentine today.” “Yes, well, that doesn’t usually happen to women in London. But it’s not so much of a scandal as it is a challenge.
They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile. There was nothing beautiful about it.
What made you fall in love with a prostitute?” “I didn’t understand it myself at the time. But I’ve thought about it since, and I think it was because, knowing that your body would never be mine alone, I had to concentrate on conquering your ...
Go figure that. Joseph Morelli with a house, a dog, a steady job, and an SUV. And on odd days of the month he woke up wanting to marry me. It turns out want to marry him on even days of the month, so to date we've been spared commitment.
The clock struck eleven and cat the vampire huntress was on the loose, except my battle armor was a push-up bra, curled hair, and a short dress. Yeah, it was a dirty job, but I was going to do it. Come one, come all, bloodsuckers! Bar’s open!
He was waving. "Saukerl," she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.
If you write literary fiction that’s set partly in the future, you’re apparently a sci-fi writer ... I think of it as being more of a story about what remains after we lose everything and the importance of art in our lives.
The longest and most destructive party ever held is now into its fourth generation and still no one shows any signs of leaving. Somebody did once look at his watch, but that was eleven years ago now, and there has been no follow up.
