Let the children have their night of fun and laughter. Let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let us grown-ups share to the full in their unstinted pleasures before we turn again to the stern task and the formidable years that lie befo...
A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.
After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her.
Eve: "Where's Mister Scary?" Roarke: "Summerset has the night off." Eve: "You mean the house is Summerset-free? Damn shame we have to waste it with work.
...Once again confirms that there is no such thing as genetically pure classification into different races.
Eve: She's pretty. James Bond: Now, now. Eve: If you like that sort of thing. James Bond: I'll keep you posted. [puts his earpiece into her glass]
Solidarity between women can be a powerful force of change, and can influence future development in ways favourable not only to women but also to men.
Eve: She told me last! Shane: Boyfriend! Michael: Landlord! Eve: Crap. Right. Next time you sell your soul to the devil, I get first contact!
Roger Thornhill: What's wrong with men like me? Eve Kendall: They don't believe in marriage. Roger Thornhill: I've been married twice. Eve Kendall: See what I mean?
Eve: [watches Bond shave] Cut-throat razor. How very traditional. James Bond: Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way. Eve: Sometimes the old ways are best.
Margo Channing: Nice speech, Eve. But I wouldn't worry too much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.
Margo Channing: Birdie, you don't like Eve, do you? Birdie: You looking for an answer or an argument? Margo Channing: An answer. Birdie: No. Margo Channing: Why not? Birdie: Now you want an argument.
Eve Harrington: I will regard this great honor not so much as an award for what I have achieved, but a standard to hold against what I have yet to accomplish.
Addison DeWitt: You could sleep now, couldn't you? Eve Harrington: Why not? Addison DeWitt: The mark of a true killer: Sleep tight, rest easy, and come out fighting.
Eve Harrington: I won't play tonight. I couldn't, not possibly. I couldn't go on. Addison DeWitt: Couldn't go on? You'll give the performance of your life.
Bill Sampson: [to Eve] "Don't let it worry you", said the camera man, "Even De Mille couldn't see anything looking through the wrong end!" So that was the first and last... Margo Channing: [entering] Don't let me kill the point. Or isn't it a story f...
Eve: I don't understand this word..."Freedom." Does it mean...I do what I want? Sven: Yes. Eve: Then I wouldn't have to kill anymore? Sven: No more killing.
DNA is the messenger which illuminates that connection,handed down from generation to generation,carried,literally,in the bodies of my ancestors.
Ahh . . . maybe we should be going,” Shane said. “Ditch the shoes, Eve. We’ll be running now.” “I love these shoes!” “More than your circulatory system?” Eve silently kicked off the stilettos and backed up.
If there's—one person on the face of this earth who makes me sick it's the ninny who calls a thing 'improbable' because it happens to be outside his own special, puny experience of life.
Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River. Eve: I think it'd be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What's the difference? Roarke: Quite a bit, I'd think.
