Clementine: [Clementine has dyed her hair orange] You like? To match my sweatshirt, exactly. Joel: Ahaaahhhhh! Ohhhhhh! I like it! Clementine: You do? Joel: You look like a tangerine! Clementine: Hmmm, Clementine the tangerine. Joel: Juicy... 'n seed...
Shan-Yu: You took away my victory! [Mulan's shoe hits his head] Mulan: No! [Shan-Yu faces Mulan] Mulan: I did. [she pulls back her hair so that Shan-Yu recognizes her] Shan-Yu: The soldier from the mountains... [Mulan runs off with Shan-Yu following]
Ulysses Everett McGill: Say, uh, Cousin Wash, I suppose it'd be the acme of foolishness to inquire if you had a hair net. Washington Hogwallop: Got a bunch in yon bureau, Mrs. Hogwallop's as a matter of fact [sniff] Washington Hogwallop: . Help y'sel...
Kay Eiffel: [sees Harold for the first time] Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Harold Crick: Miss Eiffel? Kay Eiffel: Your hair. Your eyes. Your fingers. Your shoes. Harold Crick: Hello. I'm Harold Crick. Kay Eiffel: I know.
Mother Gothel: [Rapunzel has just locked Flynn in her closet] Rapunzel! Let down your hair! Rapunzel: One moment, Mother! Mother Gothel: I have a big surprise! Rapunzel: Uh... I do too! Mother Gothel: Ooh, I'll bet my surprise is bigger! Rapunzel: [t...
Doc: I went to a rejuvenation clinic and got a whole natural overhaul. They took out some wrinkles, did hair repair, changed the blood, added a good 30 to 40 years to my life. They also replaced my spleen and colon. What do you think?
Basically, if the author is totally un-educated, then the text won't bring out his best. Normal, educated people always understand that. But here's the thing—when the author is very highly-educated, the result is the same: the text turns out sub-pa...
Dr. Murray points to the Nazarite system as what he calls an external scaffolding supporting human efforts at righteousness, reminding the participant that he is set apart. Christ, he said, needed no external reminder that the Father was His joy and ...
Everything changes. The leaves, the weather, the colour of your hair, the texture of your skin. The feelings you have today - whether they kill you or enthrall you - won’t be the same tomorrow, so let go. Celebrate. Enjoy. Nothing lasts, except you...
so is blurred so is blurred in me what white-haired gentleman separated once and for all and said this in the subject this is the object we fall asleep with one hand under our head and with the other in a mound of planets our feet abandon us and tast...
When my parents went off to Knoxville to work, I lived with my father's mother. She was strict - the kind who starched and ironed dresses. I had to sit more than I played. Oh, I was miserable. I liked being out with the animals. I'd come in the house...
He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty...
Why?" I whispered. "Why do you love me?" "God told me to," she said softly. "He told me that you were the one." "When?" "In preschool - when you freaked out just because I got my hair cut." I pulled back from her and looked to see if she was serious....
He moved like a bird; twitching and bunching his shoulders. His head angled back and forth to watch me, and as he did, his biceps tightened. His dark hair was chin length and concealed most of his face. His mouth was wide in a disturbing smile that d...
Isabelle! he called again. Let down your raven hair. Oh, my God, Clary muttered. There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him. He's already dead, Simon observed. He's undead. Obviously he can still die, you ...
But the person who stepped out of the front door was tall and thin, with short, spiky dark hair. he was wearing a gold mesh vest and a pair of silk pajama pants. He regarded Clary with mild interest, puffing gently on a fantastically large pipe as he...
For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; whic...
At the bottom of the hill they came out of the trees to a busy street and Antwan said, "We cross here." "Ain't no lights here," Antwan said. "Just look out for the ones trying to hit you. There's a nice-looking blonde-haired female human lives around...
Michael tousled my hair and said, "Remember, no more skateboards, right?" And then this gem: "If you ever break your arm skateboarding again..." He paused, flashing me a dimpled Charles Ingalls grin, which then suddenly disappeared. "I'll break the o...
Look at me!" he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm's End. "Look at me, I'm a dragon," or "Look at me, I'm a wizard," or "Look at me, look at me, I'm the rain god." The bold little boy with wild black hair and laughing eyes was ...
So how did it go? I sat on the toilet and ran a hand over my hair. Um... it's still going, I whispered. It's still going? Then what are you doing calling me? Well... it's just that... What? How could I put this? I can't find his penis. Claire paused ...
