Detective Greenly: [giving his theory about the two dead Russians in the alley] This guy takes a blunt object, fuckin', waah! Hits the guy with the bandages around his head, right? Why? 'Cause he's smart. He knows the guy with the bandages around his...
Abraz: Bullshit. Who sent you here, boy? Did that chickenshit asshole Raphael send you, boy? Chance the Gardener: No. Mr. Thomas Franklin told me I must leave the old man's house. He's dead, you know. Abraz: Dead, my ass. You tell that asshole, if he...
We are raised to believe (on the surface, at least) that us humans only have so much love to give, and that it comes in a standard round unit: one. After all, we associate love with the heart, and, well, you've either got a whole heart, or you're dea...
Critic's delight: scolding the Mighty Dead.
I thought 'Dead Man's Shoes' was a masterpiece.
The common denominator of all my friends is that they're dead.
The American dream is dead for the majority of America.
For the dead there are no more toils.
The dead should not rule the living.
Don't play dead with a vulture. That's exactly what they want.
Time is life when it ends you are regarded as a dead.
Oh my God, Nicole is killed? Oh my God, she is dead?
The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
I hope when I'm dead I'll be considered an icon, though.
It's no good going on living in the ashes of a dead happiness.
Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.
Leave the dead to the Earth. They are not for us.
No one is ever really dead unless we find the body.
I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
Neo: Am I dead? Morpheus: Far from it.
