Dalton Russell: [after seeing the boy's violent video game] Finish your slice. I'll take you back to your father. I have to talk to him about this game.
Dr. John Watson: [reading a note from Holmes] Come at once if convenient. [flips the note over to back side] Dr. John Watson: If inconvenient, come all the same.
Mycroft Holmes: Good evening, Mrs Watson. I'm the other Holmes. Mary Watson: You mean there's *two* of you? How marvelous! Could this evening get any better?
Sherlock Holmes: [lights pipe] Dr. John Watson: What are we doing down here? Sherlock Holmes: *We* are waiting. *I* am smoking.
Dr. John Watson: How did you know I would find you? Sherlock Holmes: You didn't find me. You collapsed a building on me.
[Holmes has arrived at the auction and is trying to defuse the motion-sensitive bomb intended for Dr. Hoffmanstahl] Sherlock Holmes: One million pounds! Oh, and by the way, fire.
Sherlock Holmes: [whistling A Little Night Music and stops] I forgot the rest! [gets strangled] Sherlock Holmes: Ah, it's coming back.
Dr. John Watson: [Sherlock holds out his hand towards Watson] I thought you'd never ask. [Watson and Holmes start to dance together]
Dr. John Watson: Holmes, how did you know I would find you? Sherlock Holmes: You didn't find me, you collapsed a building on me.
Dr. John Watson: [about Holmes] It's not that he can't ride a horse, exactly. It's just he feels they are dangerous at both ends, and crafty in the middle.
[in the middle of "Hero's Duty"] Wreck-It Ralph: I thought this would be like "Centipede"! When did video games become so violent and scary? Just let me out of here, please!
[from trailer] Wichita: Let's play the quiet game. Columbus: I've actually been meaning to ask you, have you been to Columbus, because I've been trying to... Wichita: Have you never played the quiet game?
When my father bid $5,000 for the 1962 Championship Game, that was a huge amount. It was double the bid the year before. Pete Rozelle was flabbergasted. Who was this guy who was willing to spend so much money on what seemed like relatively worthless ...
Games are getting more interesting. I mean, when we talk about books, they can be anything from a summer blockbuster to 'War and Peace' - well, games are the same. I think the creative side is catching up with the technology.
The only thing I shall talk about is my sporting achievements at school. My primary sporting achievement at school was that I dodged games for two complete years and was well through the third year before they discovered that I had completely avoided...
I had the perfect job for a gamer. From February to October, I'd get up at 7 in the morning with nothing to do but play games until I had to be at the park around 1 or 2 o'clock. When I got back after the game, I played until 3 or 4 in the morning.
My mother wouldn't allow me to speak slang when I was growing up. But when I got outside, around my friends, it was 'Yo' and 'That's the joint' and 'Yo, what's up?' So I had my game for my friends and my game for my mom.
A big reason why I started writing is I felt that fiction had stopped evolving. All other entertainments were getting better, constantly, as technology allowed. Movies. Video games. Music.
As of right now, I have no desire. I've watched several games and played pickup ball thinking I'd have the feeling I'd like to get back, but I didn't have that feeling. I don't really miss the game.
Getting inside the mind of a terrorist wasn't difficult at all. Even as children, human beings fabricate elaborate revenge fantasies. We're not a particular species. Check out popular video games.
It's a very big mental game, all day leading up to warm-ups. You're not sure if your curveball will break, or will you be able to throw it over the plate? It's all negative thoughts going into the game.
