When you use the word 'filibuster,' most of us in America - and I count myself among them - envision it as the ability to hold the floor on rare occasions to speak at length and make your point emphatically and even delay progress by taking hours.
I worked on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange back when they used to write tickets. And I was just a runner. So a guy would write a ticket and I would run it, and it was endless. That was a hard job. And I dug tungsten... for a coal company in...
there is no need to ask a good friend for help good friend impose their help if you are hungry they bring food if you are homeless there is a couch or a floor for you to sleep on if you are cold there is a spare jacket for you to use if you are sad t...
One congressman asked 'I just want to know if you've accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior. The minister looked stunned, and he said 'no.' The whole table almost fell on the floor. The congressman was quite serious. That was his litmus test.
As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars.
He doesn't make it so complicated but just really allows the lyric to come through even though there's a lot of production going on. I think that's the key and that's the magic, it's making sure that people could still connect with the lyrics while t...
This big part flies off on the floor. The other part goes like this and lands in my foot! Standing up! It's standing in my foot! Right in the side of my foot. The flute glass. I think I'm like in one of my own pictures.
We all have heard it claimed that 13 is an 'unlucky number.' Indeed, there are many hotels in America that for this very reason claim not to have a 13th floor, in the sense that there is no button bearing the label '13' in their elevators (I recently...
As long as you have any floor space at all, you have room for books! Just make two stacks of books the same height, place them three or four feet apart, lay a board across them, and repeat. Viola! Bookshelves!
Alex: I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony.
Grange: I saw him too. He had a guitar. He winked at me before he jumped out a fourth floor window like he had wings. Top Dollar: He winked at you? [tsk] Top Dollar: Musicians.
[Cheryl has become possessed] Cheryl: Why have you disturbed our sleep; awakened us from our ancient slumber? [shouts] Cheryl: You will die! Like the others before you, one by one, we will take you. [falls to the floor]
Chris MacNeil: Oh no, that was no spasm. I got on the bed. The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor and shaking. The whole thing, with me on it! Dr. Klein: Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed; it's her brain.
Deputy Mitch: [Gault floors Rambo with a nightstick] Gault, what the fuck was that? Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: Well, the man said 'Clean him up.' [Kicks Rambo] Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: Clean him up...
[Korben shows up at Father Cornelius' door with an unconscious Leeloo in his arms] Priest Vito Cornelius: Yes? Korben Dallas: I'm, uh, looking for a priest. Priest Vito Cornelius: Weddings are one floor down, my son. Congratulations.
Dr Ray Stantz: Alright boys... Ready? Throw it! [Ghostbusters fire away at Slimer; chandelier falls to the floor] Dr Ray Stantz: I did that, I did that... That's my fault. Dr. Peter Venkman: It's OK; the table broke the fall.
John Coffey: Boss? I gots to speak with you now, Boss. Paul Edgecomb: [prostrate on the floor after being hit in the groin] This is not a good time, John Coffey. Not a good time at all.
Jeffrey Wigand: You manipulated me into where I am now - staring at the Brown and Williamson Building. It's all dark except the tenth floor. That's the legal department, where they fuck with my life!
[watching Linus trapped on the upper floor by security guards] Virgil Malloy: Shouldn't someone help him? Basher: Oh, that's a good idea, Rabbit. Let's hop out of the van and we can all get nicked!
Jack: Fucking chick's married, man. Miles Raymond: What? Jack: Her husband works a night shift or something, and he comes home and catches me on the floor with my cock in his wife's ass. Miles Raymond: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Kirk: Physician, heal thyself! McCoy: [Lying on the floor, propping himself up on one elbow] Is that all you've got to say? What about my performance? Kirk: I'm not a drama critic!
