Doctor: Just one more thing, Captain. What makes you so sure the baby is a male? Capitán Vidal: [smirks] Don't fuck with me.
Max Bialystock: Listen. Every night people are laughing at your beloved Fuhrer. Why? Franz Liebkind: It's that L.S.D., und his verdampter "babies"!
C. S. Divot: [to Michelle] And forget about that test tomorrow, baby. You're finished in this business before you even start! You're wiped out! You're finished!
Guy Woodhouse: What the hell is that? Rosemary Woodhouse: I've been to Vidal Sassoon. Guy Woodhouse: You mean you actually paid for it?
Roman Castevet: Rosemary... Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up. Roman Castevet: Rosemary... Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik, I don't hear you.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Isn't Hutch coming with us? Skipper: Catholics only, Miss. I'm afraid that we're bound by these prejudices. Rosemary Woodhouse: I understand.
Rosemary Woodhouse: I look awful. Guy Woodhouse: What are you talking about? You look great. It's that haircut that looks awful.
Cable car conductor: [as cable car careens down street] We're gonna crash! Save yourselves! Oh, my baby!
Frank Lopez: Elvira! Baby! Where've you been? It's 10:00 honey I'm starving! Elvira: You're always hungry, you should try starving.
[the guard knocks at Dunstan's door. Dunstan opens it] Guard: This was left at the wall for you. [the guard gives to Dunstan a basket which contains a baby] Guard: Says here his name is Tristan.
Rooster Cogburn: You can't serve papers on a rat, baby sister. You gotta kill him or let him be.
D.J.: Be lookin' good, Warriors. All the way back to Coney. Ya hear me, babies? Good. Re-e-al good. Adios.
Raven: [turning blue] What's the matter, baby? Don't you think I look prettier like this?
Luisa: You get babies to look after, you end up changing their diapers!
It's really difficult working with kids and with babies because they are not cooperative subjects: they are not socialized into the idea that they should cheerfully and cooperatively give you information. They're not like undergraduates, who you can ...
I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin; but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace.
I didn't see how wearing prosthetics was quite so different from being born with flaming red hair in a crowd of black-haired babies, or being of a different religion from that of every other child in your area.
My psycho-analytic work has convinced me that when in the baby's mind the conflicts between love and hate arise, and the fears of losing the loved one become active, a very important step is made in development.
I'm saddened to see that everyone's pitched out the baby with the bath, in that we say that it can't be one or the other, it could be both. I mean, just because we listen to classical music doesn't mean that we can't listen to jazz.
David Huxley: How can all these things happen to just one person?
Susan Vance: I won't leave you, David! I love you! David Huxley: What?
