Mr. Bingley: Your friend, Miss Lucas, is a most amusing young woman. Elizabeth Bennet: Oh, yes, I adore her! Mrs. Bennet: It is a pity she's not more handsome. Elizabeth Bennet: Mama! Mrs. Bennet: Oh, but Lizzie would never admit that she's plain. Of...
Norman Bates: Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover. Marion Crane: Why don't you go away? Norman Bates: What, to a private island like you? Marion Crane: No, not like me. Norman Bates: I couldn't do that. Who would look after her? The fire in ...
Mrs. Danvers: Oh, you've moved her brush, haven't you? [moves it slightly] Mrs. Danvers: There, that's better. Just as she always laid it down. "Come on, Danny, hair drill," she would say. [picks up the brush and goes through the motions of combing t...
Queen: Dip the apple in the brew. Let the Sleeping Death seep through. [the poison on the apple forms a skull] Queen: Look! On the skin! The symbol of what lies within. Now, turn red, to tempt Snow White, to make her hunger for a bite. Queen: [offeri...
Knives Chau: Hey Scott! Scott Pilgrim: What the hell... Ramona V. Flowers: Who is that girl again? Stephen Stills: Scott dated her. Scott Pilgrim: Briefly. Ramona V. Flowers: How old is she? Scott Pilgrim: Uhhhhhhhh... [the camera goes into his head....
Countess of Rothes: [coming out of her stateroom with a confused look on her face; sees a steward and stops him] Excuse me, why have the engines stopped? I felt a shudder. Steward #1: [calmly] I shouldn't worry, madam. We've likely thrown a propeller...
Ron Carlisle: You don't like me, do you? Now, I can respect that. There's not many women that I can't make like me. Why don't you like me? Michael Dorsey: I don't like the way you treat Julie. I don't like the way you patronize her. I don't like the ...
Polexia Aphrodisia: [to William watching Penny Lane] Act One, in which she pretends she doesn't care about him. Polexia Aphrodisia: [sees Russell strumming his guitar and staring at Penny] Act Two, in which he pretends he doesn't care her, but he goe...
Princess Isabelle: I understand you have suffered. I know... about your woman. William Wallace: [pauses] She was my wife. We married in secret because I would not share her with an English lord. They killed her to get to me. I've never spoken of it, ...
For me, the times that I dressed provocatively had been empowering. It felt good. It's those times that I felt comfortable in my own skin. Like really, really comfortable. And let's face it, body self-esteem issues are a hurdle many women struggle to...
…I am certain of this one truth: men can achieve closeness without intimacy, while women can achieve intimacy without closeness. For example, Bobbie knows every intimate detail of her dental hygienist’s private life. She doesn’t have a close re...
When you don't have something anymore, you learn to live without it." That's what my dad told me that first night after he found me sleeping inside a closet underneath a pile of my mom's clothes. All the different smells of her were still there and t...
With domineering hand she moves the turning wheel, Like currents in a treacherous bay swept to and fro: Her ruthless will has just deposed once fearful kings While trustless still, from low she lifts a conquered head; No cries of misery she hears, no...
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows ...
From the short story (and anthology containing it) DONNY DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE : Donny acted like he didn’t hear me. “You can’t send your mom off into eternity looking like that, Artie. She wouldn’t like it.” He reached into my mother�...
Remember Stalingrad. Remember the crash of 1929. Remember the Industrial Revolution. Now remember that I am the proletariat cog in the machine that causes the meltdown of the aristocratic assembly line. Ben Franklin was a man of vision. Ben wore bifo...
Rose Gator: Say it, Jimmy. Jimmy Gator: I think she thinks... that I may have... molested her. She thinks terrible things that somehow got into her head... that I may have done. She said that to me last time, when it was... ten years ago, she walked ...
A dog won't forsake his master because of poverty; a son never deserts his mother because of her homely appearance.
The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have anything to gain.
To friend and foe alike I tell them how bad she is, so that I don't have to share her with anyone.
Never does a woman lie in a more cunning way than when she tells the truth to someone who doesn't believe her.
