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...
The most beautiful place in the world, is anyplace. Anyplace you can hold your head up. Anyplace you can be proud of who you are. But I though, where you love somebody a whole lot, and you know that person loves you, that's the most beautiful place i...
I am interested in levels of brain discourse. How articulate are the voices in your head? You know, there's a different voice for the phone, and a different voice if you're talking in bed. When you're starting off with a narrator, it's interesting to...
You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The onl...
When Keats says: 'Axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses', what he means is that we don't necessarily believe what a poem is saying if it comes out and tells us in an absolutely head-on, in-your-face way; we only be...
As any parent knows, part of your mind is always engaged - wondering and worrying that everything is okay and calculating all the stuff that has to get done in the course of a day. When the children are asleep in their beds, I can go where I really n...
His mind, grooved through the uncounted ages to ultimate despair, soared up insanely. His legs and arms glistened like tongues of living fire as they writhed and twisted in the light that blazed from the portholes. His mouth, a gash in his caricature...
