I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.
Then in a great crash they threw themselves to the floor, ears flopped down, the whites of their eyes showing, looking the way only a dog can look who is totally disappointed. Indeed, they were the very pictures of disappointment.
I use something that is a real staple in the directing world. It's called a dance floor. You lay it down so that it's so smooth you can roll around, and you can put furniture on top of it. It's seamless and you don't see it.
I'm a numbers guy, and I think numbers sometimes tell stories and sometimes they don't. When you look at the NBA, when teams shoot 45% or better from the floor, what is their record? And if they shoot under that what is their record?
I think that Paul Gasol is the most skilled big man in the NBA today with his ability to post on either block, the way he runs the floor, and the way he can shoot the mid-range jump shot.
I was always an introvert as a kid. Then, when I first kind of came out as a human being, I used to be one of those guys who'd go nuts on the dance floor, and people would gather around.
It's tough when take 1 is technically okay and take 2 has better acting. Out here (Hollywood) they print the first one. That's the one where we all hit the mark on the floor and who cares about the acting.
Doing 20 minutes of stretching, light weights and floor exercises three times a week takes the same amount of time as a long coffee break - and eating a tuna fish salad, sardines on toast or scrambled eggs is surely preferable to a Big Mac or KFC.
There is this strange fog of being a young man that I would refer to as soft time. Time does not go forward there. It's a series of doors that kind of wind back into one another, like a series of doors in the upper floor of a house. You revisit the s...
Dixie Pollitt: Why is Uncle Brick on the floor? Brick Pollitt: Because I tried to kill your Aunt Maggie. But I failed. And I fell.
Alexander Pierce: I work forty floors away and it takes a hijacking for you to visit? Nick Fury: Well, a nuclear war would do it too.
Ferris: [Hiding on the floor of the taxi while his father is in the car next to him] What's he doing? Sloane: He's licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands.
Adenoid Hynkel: [Excusing himself from Madame Napaloni's company on the dance floor upon being summoned by Garbitsch] Madame, your dancing was superb. Excellent. Very good. Good.
[Doris knocks down a female shop assistant with a yellow "Slippery floor" sign] DS Andy Wainwright: Nice one, Doris. PC Doris Thatcher: Nothing like a bit of girl on girl!
Captain Ramius: [to the Political Officer, as he gasps for air on the floor after his neck broken] Where I am going, you cannot follow.
[stepping over Neville lying on the floor, whom Hermione has petrified using the "Petrificus Totalus Curse"] Harry: Sorry. Hermione: Sorry. Ron: It's for your own good, you know.
[rolling around on the floor, waving her legs in the air] Premium Fantasy woman: Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!
Henry J. Waternoose: Well, Jerry, what's the damage so far? Jerry the floor manager: We may actually make our quota today. Henry J. Waternoose: Hmm, first time in a month.
[while he's kicking Leo on the floor] John Anderton: Is he alive? He's alive. Where've you got him? Is he all right? [shouting] John Anderton: Tell me, you fuck, where is he?
Maxim de Winter: I knew where Rebecca's body was, lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea. Mrs. de Winter: How did you know, Maxim? Maxim de Winter: Because... I put it there.
Uncle Monty: Indeed, I remember my first agent. Raymond Duck. This dreadful little Israelite. Four floors up on the Charing Cross road and never a job at the top of them.
