Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Well, there must be something we can do for you, John. There must be something we that you want. John Coffey: [pauses] I ain't never seen me a flicker show.
Lady in nursing home: [Watching Jerry Springer] It's interesting. Man in nursing home: Interesting? Bunch'a inbred trailer trash! All they ever talk about is fucking!
Dean Stanton: [after John Coffey helps Mrs. Moores] Well? What about Mrs. Moores? Was it like the mouse? [no one answers him] Dean Stanton: Was it a m-m... you know... a miracle?
Eduard Delacroix: [after Coffey shares his cornbread with Del] I thank you. Mr. Jingles thank you, my mom would thank you too but she's dead.
Wild Bill Wharton: You love your sister? You make any noise, you know what happens. I'm gonna kill her instead of you. Understand?
Wild Bill Wharton: [Removing his belt] You can come in here all you likes, but you'll go out on you backs. Billy the kid gon' guarantee you that.
Hal: [during Del's botched execution] [to Paul] Hal: Why don't you shut it down? Paul Edgecomb: He's still alive! You wanna shut it down while he's still alive?
Howl: Calcifer, move the castle sixty miles west. [walks away] Howl: And while you're at it, make hot water for my bath. Calcifer: Fine, like moving the castle isn't hard enough!
Duncan: [after Uncas spooks the horses to chase them off] Why is he loosing the horses? Hawkeye: Why don't you ask him? Uncas: Too easy to track; they'd be heard for miles. Find yourself a musket.
Yuri Orlov: In the most AIDS-infested region of the globe - where 1 in 4 is infected - Andy's idea of a joke was to put a young Iman and a young Naomi in my bed - and no condom within a hundred miles.
Jack: This chick Stephanie, she's got it all goin' on. Miles Raymond: Well, she is cute, yeah. Jack: Cute? She's a fuckin' hottie. And you almost tell her that I'm gettin' married? What's the matter with you?
Miles Raymond: A little citrus. Maybe some strawberry. Mmm. Passion fruit, mmm, and, oh, there's just like the faintest soupçon of like, uh, asparagus, and, there's a, just a flutter of, like a, like a nutty Edam cheese.
Jack: Do not drink too much. Do you hear me? I don't want you passing out or going to the dark side. No going to the dark side! Miles Raymond: Okay!
Dr. Kathryn Railly: Wh-wh-where are we going? James Cole: Philadelphia. Dr. Kathryn Railly: That's more than a hundred miles! We can't... James Cole: That's why I can't walk there.
Cpl. Frederic Schiess, NNC: A Zulu regiment can run, *run*, 50 miles and fight a battle at the end of it. Pvt. William Jones: Well, there's daft, it is then. I don't see no sense in running to fight a battle.
So that's why I said, if you look at the average, you would see the money New York got this year was in line with the average across the prior three years and substantially more, by a country mile, than the money given to any other city.
I began to write poetry in high school, and would ride miles over sandy roads in the fine hills around Cedar Rapids, repeating the lines over and over until I had them right, making some of the rhythm of the horse help.
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Scientists at MIT and engineering schools all across America say that they could improve the fuel economy standards for the existing set of vehicles by 10 miles per gallon using existing technology, without compromising safety or comfort at all.
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