Becky: It's a praying mantis. Do you know how they mate? The male will sneak up on the female and she'll bite off his head and the rest of his body will keep on mating and when they're done... She'll eat him. She'll eat the rest of him.
Withnail: [after having entirely covered himself in muscle embrocation to keep warm] Have you been at the controls? Marwood: What are you talking about? Withnail: The thermostats. What have you done to them? Marwood: I haven't touched them. Withnail:...
I've always had an idealistic streak about storytelling in that I believe we owe more to audiences than repeatedly bludgeoning them over the head while stealing their lunch money. We owe them inspiration. That's why I'm more interested now in creatin...
A snappy label and a manifesto would have been two of the very last things on my own career want list. That label enabled mainstream science fiction to safely assimilate our dissident influence, such as it was. Cyberpunk could then be embraced and gi...
I make up cassettes all the time - to take on the road with me - a song from this album, a song from that album. That's the way I listen to music; it's like one of those K Tel things: it's from all over. I listen to Fred Astaire, I listen to African ...
I can remember in the late 1980s and early 1990s how many men with AIDS I saw everywhere in Key West. There were hospices and medical supply stores geared to people with AIDS. It seemed that every sick man who could afford it had headed for the warmt...
I think British men build up the idea of us French girls having some magic extra sex appeal so much, they lose their heads. I can't really understand the whole thing - but it makes me laugh. It's such a cliche to think all French girls are well dress...
Ben Wade: So, boys - where we headed? Byron McElroy: Taking you to the 3:10 to Yuma day after tomorrow. Tucker: Shouldn't have told him that. Ben Wade: Relax, friend. Now if we get separated, I'll know where to meet up.
Virgil: [to the Alien] How do you know they're really gonna do it? Where do you get off passing judgment on us? You can't be sure. How do you know? [the aliens show him gruesome footage of war and conflict; Bud bows his head]
AFRS Announcer: [radio announcer] And now here's another blast from the past coming out to Big Cind, all alone in the men's room out there with the First Battalion, Thirty-fifth Infantry, and dedicated by the fire team at An Khe to their groupie CO, ...
Dr. Grace Augustine: So you just figured you'd come here, to the most hostile environment known to men, with no training of any kind, and see how it went? What was going through your head? Jake Sully: Maybe I was sick of doctors telling me what I cou...
[Alfred smashes a prototype cowl with a baseball bat] Alfred Pennyworth: It's a problem with the graphite, sir. The next 10,000 will be up to specifications. Bruce Wayne: At least they gave us a discount. Alfred Pennyworth: Quite. In the, uh, meantim...
[after Eversmann debriefs his chalk on Wolcott's crashed helicopter] Nelson: How come I gotta stay back here? Eversmann: Because you're dependable. Nelson: [to Twombly after Eversmann, Wadell, Schmid, and Galentine head for the crash site] I hate bei...
W.P. Mayhew: Me I just enjoy making things up. Yessah escape. Its when I can't write I can't escape myself, I want to rip my head off and run screaming down the street with my balls in a fruit pickers pail.
Skinhead: You're coming with us upstairs! Marty McFly: [struggling to get free] Let me go! Match: [grabbing Marty] Sonny, we can do this the *easy* way or the *hard* way! [3-D hits Marty over the head] Miscellaneous voice: The easy way.
Edward Cole: [to himself, about his relative wellness while looking in a mirror at his wan face and bald head adorned with a railroad track of baseball-like stitches from his brain surgery] My God. Somewhere, some lucky guy's having a heart attack.
Ken: You're a suicide case. Ray: And you're trying to shoot me in the fucking head. Ken: You're not getting that gun back. Ray: A great day this has turned out to be. I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me, me gun gets nicked and we're still in fooki...
Yuri: I also have some dim-dims. You use this word, dim-dims? The bullets that make the head explode? Harry: Dum-dums. Yeah. Yuri: Would you like some of these dim-dims? Harry: I know I shouldn't... but I will. [takes whole case of dum-dums]
[last lines] Jim: [who still has his popcorn and soda from the Chinese Theater] Where you headed, cowboy? Bart: Nowhere special. Jim: Nowhere special? I always wanted to go there. Bart: Come on. [Jim mounts up and they ride off into the sunset... in ...
Jason Bourne: She wouldn't want me to. [in reference to Marie, as he stands over Abbott with a gun in his hand as if to kill him] Jason Bourne: That's the only reason you're alive. [Bourne brings his hand down, revealing he was holding a tape recorde...
Writing is the voices inside our heads, our minds, the creativity that exists for us to, from nothing, create alternate worlds, manipulate a personality or to introduce a new kind of love, a new kind of hate or pain or happiness or wonder or... anyth...
