Carol: Oh... guys? Don't stay in here all day. I had to take the batteries out of the carbon monoxide detector; it was beeping all night.
Andrew Largeman: You're a COP, Kenny? Kenny: Yeah, I know! Andrew Largeman: ...Why? Kenny: I don't know, man. Had nothing better to do.
Sam: We're not gonna make out or anything, okay? Andrew Largeman: What? Sam: Oh, I'm sorry. I just totally ruined that moment, didn't I?
Kelly: Well, we just ate all this fucking 'X', so what the hell else are we supposed to do? Jesse: The woman has a point.
Andrew Largeman: Can you imagine being the guy whose job it is to argue for the right to build a mall on top of a geological phenomenon? Mark: They love their malls here, man.
Andrew Largeman: We're not playing Spin the Bottle; how old are we? More importantly, how old are they? Jesse: Oh, they're all legal. I think...
Andrew Largeman: There's a handful of normal kid things I kinda missed. Sam: There's a handful of normal kid things I kinda wish I'd missed.
Sam: It's not that we're bad pet owners or anything, it's just, you know, we've had so many of them over the years. Besides, a lot of these are fish.
Diego: Who just saw some titties? [Mark, Largeman and Sam raise their hands tentatively] Diego: Ok. Now everybody calm the fuck down!
[Largeman flounders in the pool] Jesse: Dude, maybe you should stay over by the steps. I don't know CPR. Mark: You look like a wet beaver.
Andrew Largeman: I just feel like I've been going to too many of these lately. Sam: What? Dates? Andrew Largeman: You call this a date? This isn't a date. No, funerals.
Officer Garden: [to Phil, Stu, and Alan, after they are taken in for stealing a police car] Think you gon' get away with it? Not up in here! Officer Franklin: [lividly] Not up in here!
Dr. Zaius: Have you forgotten your scripture, the thirteenth scroll? "And Proteus brought the upright beast into the garden and chained him to a tree and the children did make sport of him."
[When asked what happened to their first drummer] David St. Hubbins: He died in a bizarre gardening accident... Nigel Tufnel: Authorities said... best leave it... unsolved.
Charles Muntz: [on board his Spirit of Adventure airship] Does anyone know WHERE THEY ARE? [Russell is suddenly dragged across the large window by a garden hose. Muntz stares while his eye twitches]
Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.
The 'old' Internet is shrinking and being replaced by walled gardens over which Google's crawlers can't climb. Sure, Google can crawl Facebook's 'public pages,' but those represent a tiny fraction of the 'pages' on Faceboo, and are not informed by th...
Lester Burnham: [narrating] That's my wife, Carolyn. See the way the handle on her pruning shears matches her gardening clogs? That's not an accident.
History doesn't remember gardens. … You forgot the wise administrators, those who kept the peace, those who brought prosperity. You needn’t feel embarrassed, though. So did history.
Our galaxy's pretty ordinary, garden-variety. So if we believe our galaxy has a super massive black hole, that tells us that most, if not all, galaxies host such a black hole at their centers.
I never meant to be a full-time poet: I started out as a gardener, an ideal job for a poet because your head is left free.
