Hilts: Hold on to yourself, Bartlett. You're twenty feet short. Bartlett: What do you mean, twenty feet short? Hilts: You're twenty feet short of the woods. The hole is right here in open. The guard is between us and the lights.
Chunk: [the cave is falling down, the goonies are escaping with the help of Sloth] Sloth! Come on! Sloth: Sloth love Chunk! Chunk: I love you too and you're going to get crushed! Sloth: Aaaaaahhhhhhh!
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: [beginning to believe Dr. Loomis about Michael's escape and coming to Haddonfield] All right, I'll stay with you tonight. Just for the chance that you are right. And if you are right, damn you for letting him go.
Jack Sparrow: Move away. Will Turner: No. Jack Sparrow: Please move? Will Turner: No. I cannot just step aside and let you escape. Jack Sparrow: This shot was not meant for you.
Warden Barrot: [to Papillon upon his release from solitary confinement after five years following his second escape attempt] Your five years in solitary confinement are at an end. You've paid part of your debt to France.
[Han reveals his clever plan of escape] Princess Leia: You have your moments. Not many of them, but you do have them.
Admiral Piett: I have my orders from the Emperor himself. He has something special planned for them. We only need to keep them from escaping.
Han Solo: Can't get out that way. Princess Leia Organa: Looks like you've managed to cut off our only escape route. Han Solo: [sarcastic] Maybe you'd like it back in your cell, your Highness.
[Marlon suddenly discovers that Truman has escaped through a hole in his basement] Christof: Don't look in the camera, say something! Keep it going, keep it going! Marlon: [to the lawn camera] He's gone! Christof: CUT TRANSMISSION!
Bobby: You won't have much time in the past, the Sentinels will find us. They always do. Kitty Pryde: And this time we won't be able to run, we'll have no escape. This is our last chance.
I live in Cape Town but my favourite holiday destination is Hermanus, a little seaside town about a 90-minute drive away, over the pass and down to the sea, on the sunshine coast. It's where I love to escape to with my wife for a weekend every now an...
I had no agent, and I was getting approached by so many people that I tried to escape for a while because I couldn't believe that world. Photography is not an industry, and suddenly an industry came to me, so I sort of had to accept it in the end and...
Even if you are a woman who achieves the ultimate and becomes like a man, you will still always be like a woman. And as long as womanhood is thought of as something to escape from, something less than manhood, you will be thought less of, too.
The drawing and the crafting of the story are fun, but it's the overall meaning that matters to me. It might escape some people who just want to read a comic, and that's fine. The overall meaning is what matters.
I'd walked away from 'Come Dancing' and gave 'Blankety Blank' the elbow when I felt the public had had enough. But I didn't follow my instinct to escape from 'Wogan,' and was persuaded to continue for another two years. I kind of regret that.
The longing for a man, as you know, is a grand escape. It can arch your mental process to extremes so that, like a gymnast or a ballerina, you’re contorted to such outrageous limits – I’m speaking of passion – that nothing else matters. I wan...
Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other
Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain, I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane, Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole, But now it’s just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains, Of all th...
Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] Well? Red: Well what? Warden Samuel Norton: I see you two all the time, you're thick as thieves, you are. He musta said *something*. Red: Honest, Warden, not a word. Warden Samuel Norton: [frustrated] Lord, ...
the greater number of a man's errors come before him disguised under the specious form of necessity; then, after error has been committed in a moment of excitement, of delirium, or of fear, we see that we might have avoided and escaped it.
Did anyone care for poor Cinderella until her fairy godmother took her in hand? Did anyone look beyond the ragged clothes and sooty face? Did anyone see the unshed tears and the poor, tired face? Obviously not. Appearances matter.
