I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep, I have to sing 'Maria' from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring, I hang up.
No press, no television. If my mom calls and says, 'Did you hear about?' I don't want to know nothing about anything that is going on in relation to music. I shut it all off.
An agent saw one of the plays I did at ACT, but my mom was like, No, she's too young. I became so annoying that a year and a half later she just couldn't stand hearing me any more!
I only drive in movies. I know that's very weird to hear for an American. I have a weird relationship with it. I know how to drive, but I never went to take the test.
[first lines] Alice Evans: [upon hearing Dan cock his rifle] Dan... Maybe it's the wind.
Waiter: Would you like to hear today's specials? Patrick Bateman: Not if you want to keep your spleen.
Jake Sully: [Narrating] Up ahead was Pandora. You grew up hearing about it, but I never figured I'd be goin' there.
Jim Gordon: [hearing bat sounds] What is that? Batman: Back-up. Flass: What the...? [bats swarm around Arkham]
[after an explosion] Sanderson: Are you alright? Grimes: Yeah, I can hear bells ringin'!
The Dude: Did you ever hear of "The Seattle Seven"? Maude Lebowski: Mmm. The Dude: That was me... and six other guys.
In my first week as a U.S. senator, I had the privilege of participating in the Supreme Court confirmation hearing for Judge Sonia Sotomayor.
They need only to look at him, hear his name, and the last of reason goes up in smoke. They sink into a state of befuddlement.
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
I am called here to answer before you, but I hear no things laid to my charge.
Gee, I'm sorry I didn't hear you in all this rain. Go ahead in, please." Anthony Perkin's Norman Bates Talking To Janet Leigh's Marion Crane.
Probably some of the songs I never even really listened to the lyrics. Half of them I'd hear off the radio and was probably singing the wrong words and didn't even know it.
Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.
Let each man hear his own music and live by it. The drums roll one way for one man, and another way for another. You have to listen for your own.
I like what I hear as a resulting combination of these two strands... something of a combination of familiarity and, for lack of a better word, strangeness.
There are a thousand things to hear about, informationally, daily, but the thing that doesn't go away is the one to pay attention to.
Sometimes when I hear criticism of my husband, I want to come out of my seat and clock somebody. But you learn to take a deep breath.
