The way I see it, more people are wired with broadband from 9 to 5 during the day than watch TV at night. So therefore isn't the real prime time 9 to 5? Playing games at your desk - that's the new prime time, isn't it?
Safeco Field is a lot like a National League park. Because of that, we're more of a pitching-defensive type club. Anaheim and Oakland - and even Texas - are more offensive oriented. We're a club that doesn't blow anybody out, but at the same time we ...
I was having a lot of mixed feelings about the independent world as well as the label world. I feel like I've been in the game a long time, and you know, when it come to labels not seeing a fella being around the last five years, it's like, it's hard...
I guess if I was made responsible for every single line of dialogue in a game and every single piece of textual visual detail, every sign or piece of graffiti, then yes, I think that would be comparable to the time and effort required to write a very...
The guys on 'Game of Thrones' trust me implicitly to take care of the action stuff. I don't mess with their drama, but they allow me to come up with ideas like 'Hey, what if the giant had a bow? And what if he shot some guy off the wall?' With 'Const...
To be honest with you, girls didn't really start paying attention to me until after 'Clueless' came out. Then, all of a sudden, it was different. And that's the honest-to-goodness truth. I wasn't very popular until that happened. I have zero pickup l...
Le Chiffre: You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire. James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.
Cat: You realize you're walking right into her trap. Coraline Jones: I have to go back. They are my parents. Cat: Challenge her, then. She may not play fair, but she won't refuse. She's got a *thing* for games.
Carl Showalter: Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence.
William Paley: There's a Knickerbocker game tonight, I've got front row seats. Are you interested? Edward R. Murrow: I'm a little busy bringing down the network tonight, Bill.
Nicholas: What's that? Conrad: [signs document] This... is... the bill. Nicholas: Do you want to split it? Conrad: [exhales] Oh God yes! I'll take some of that... [shows Nicholas enormous number at bottom of receipt] Nicholas: [shocked look] Oh my Go...
Benjamin: It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up.
Julien Jeanvier: You know... there were lots of things I was game for that you never said. Sophie Kowalski: Like? Julien Jeanvier: Eating ants... insulting the unemployed... loving you like crazy. [they kiss]
[the other villagers are refusing to let an untouchable join the team] Bhuvan: Let me remind you all of one thing: this is not a game we are playing for fun and entertainment - this is a fight we must win.
Imperial scout: The Emperor will stop you. Shan-Yu: Stop me? He invited me. [clutching the scout and holding him aloft] Shan-Yu: By building his wall he challenged my strength. Well, I'm here to play his game.
Mary Poppins: Our first game is called Well Begun is Half-Done. Michael: I don't like the sound of that. Mary Poppins: Otherwise titled Let's Tidy up the Nursery. Michael: [to Jane] I told you she was tricky.
Danny: We'll need Saul. Rusty: He won't do it. He got out of the game a year ago. Danny: Get religion? Rusty: Ulcers. Danny: ...You could ask him. Rusty: Hey, I could ask him.
Joey Gazelle: Remember me? Julio: Who in the fuck are you? Joey Gazelle: You got something that belongs to me; a snub nose .38. You just scored it off of Manny in a card game. I need it back.
[last lines] John: [voice over] Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more... [begins to close door] John: GAME OVER! Adam: Don't! Don't! [screams, screen goes black] Adam: NO! [screams of anguish fade out]
Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky. Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
Mark Hanna: The name of the game, moving the money from the client's pocket to your pocket. Jordan Belfort: But if you can make your clients money at the same time it's advantageous to everyone, correct? Mark Hanna: No.
