I have been fighting writing songs for a long time. People keep telling me I should write, and other writers have offered to write with me, and to be honest, it's not something I've ever really had a passion for - plus I wasn't sure I had the talent ...
I think the market is always going to be around. The goal is not to say, let's get rid of the market, because the market does render a huge number of services, and I don't want to have a fight about the price of something every time I buy a book or a...
Christian Beaulieu 24 à 30 ans: [laughing at Antoine's hockey fight] You got beaten up by Tremblay's little fag. Antoine Beaulieu 21 à 27 ans: What, you four-eye fag?
Justin: You can't fight what we had together. Martha: Justin, it was one night. It was a massive mistake. I was drunk out of my mind. You could have been a donkey!
[as the Batman wanna-bes attack the drug deal] Scarecrow: That's not him. [Mayhem ensues, with lots of gunfire] The Chechen: Loose the dogs! [after more fighting, the Batmobile crashes into the garage] Scarecrow: That's more like it!
Jack: [to Zack, who is drawing on the cell wall] Hey, cut it out! [Zack disobeys] Jack: *Stop it*! Man, doncha know it makes time go slower? Cut it out! [they start fighting] Jack: Fuck you...
Narrator: [about the soap] Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.
Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Tyler Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator: Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic.
Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.
Narrator: It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled.
Narrator: Do you want me to deprioritize my current reports until you advise me of a status upgrade? Richard Chesler: Yes. Make these your primary action items.
Zorg: I don't like warriors. Too narrow-minded, no subtlety. And worse, they fight for hopeless causes. Honor? Huh! Honor's killed millions of people, it hasn't saved a single one.
[Toretto gets out of his car, pointing a shotgun at Shaw] Dominic Toretto: You thought this was gonna be a street fight? [Points shotgun upwards and fires before putting it away] Dominic Toretto: You're goddamn right it is.
[Maximus is about to ride out with the cavalry to fight the barbarians] Quintus: Soldier! I told you to move those catapults forward. They're out of range. Maximus: Range is good. Quintus: The danger to the cavalry... Maximus: Is acceptable. Agreed?
Balin: I have to agree with Mr. Baggins, he is hardly burglar material. Dwalin: Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.
Harry Potter: [fighting Bellatrix Lestrange] Crucio! Lord Voldemort: [taunting Harry] You have to mean it, Harry. You know the spell. She killed him. She deserves it.
Lionel Logue: [referring to the Duke of York] This fellow could really be somebody great. He's fighting me. Myrtle Logue: Perhaps he doesn't want to be great. Perhaps that's what you want.
Timon: [of the decimated Pride Rock] We're gonna fight your uncle... for this? Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home. Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.
Maj. Duncan Heyward: I thought all our colonial scouts were in the militia. The militia is fighting the French in the north. Hawkeye: I ain't your scout. And we sure ain't no damn militia.
