Nero: We wait. We wait for the one who allowed our home to be destroyed, as we've been doing for 25 years. Ayel: Once we've killed him? Nero: Kill him? I'm not gonna kill him. I'm gonna make him watch.
Woody: [after Gadget tells Shaun to go home] Now I feel bad, I feel bad now. [Looks at Gadget] Woody: You fucking prick, you know what you are? [smacks a pastry out of Gadget's hands] Woody: You're a friggin' bully, Gadget.
Owen: After accepting a lift home, Duncan is putting his bicycle in the back of Owen's convertible. Owen, in his way of telling Duncan to be careful about dirtying the back of the car, says "It's just the right amount of shitty."
Frank Campana: You gotta relax and stay calm in there. The cage is your home. You set the pace. You set the rhythm. Feel the Beethoven. Be smarter than him, more patient. Wait for him to make a mistake. And when he does, that's your moment.
Jordan Belfort: This right here is the land of opportunity. This is America. This is my home! The show goes on! [quoting Norma Rae] Jordan Belfort: They're gonna need to send in the National Guard to take me out, cos I ain't going nowhere!
I've spent a lot on clothes. I'm not kidding when I say I could have bought several country homes with the money. I've also given a lot away over time. I had a lovely Yves Saint Laurent jacket that I'd only worn once or twice, but I'm one for spring ...
My sister and I know our lives could have been different - radically, unthinkably, irretrievably different - if we had not been adopted. We might have found ourselves in homes without love, stability or kindness. We might have found ourselves in care...
My eighth-grade year, I was home-schooled. I'd basically wake up, go to the gym in the morning, do a little bit of school, go to practice, do a little more school, then go back to practice. My mom had a crockpot and a mini traveling oven, so we'd be ...
Vance: [talking to camera] I've been happily married for 30 years. She's the light that guides me home. [pause] Vance: Yes, it is from one of our cards. [pause] Vance: No, someone else wrote it. Doesn't make it less true.
Margo Channing: Bill's welcome home birthday party might go down in history. Even before the party started, I could smell disaster in the air. I knew it, I sensed it, even as I finished dressing for the blasted party.
William Miller: [to Penny, who is on the toilet] I thought maybe we could hang out, you know, do some stuff back home like... like regular stuff, get to know each other a little bit better, and *then* I'd see you pee.
Willard: [voice-over] Charlie didn't get much USO. He was dug in too deep or moving too fast. His idea of great R&R was cold rice and a little rat meat. He had only two ways home: death, or victory.
Pierrot Quincey: When can we go home? Lola Quincey: Soon. Jackson Quincey: We can't go, it's a divorce. Lola Quincey: [shaking him] How dare you say that! Don't you ever ever use that word again, do you understand?
Col. Quaritch: Son, I take care of my own. You get me what I need, I make sure that when you rotate home you get your legs back, your real legs. Jake Sully: That sounds real good sir.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the crudity of this model. I didn't have time to build it to scale or paint it. [reveals intricate tabletop model of the town square] Marty McFly: [impressed] It's good.
[Lotte comes home late at night] Craig Schwartz: You were him, weren't you? Lotte Schwartz: Yeah. Craig Schwartz: And he was with her! Lotte Schwartz: We love her, Craig. Craig Schwartz: We? Lotte Schwartz: John and me.
Bruno: Shmuel. Can we go to the café or something? Shmuel: Café? Bruno: [pause] Maybe I should go home. Shmuel: What about Papa? Bruno: [after looking around] Yeah. Shmuel: We'll check our hut first.
William Wallace: Lower your flags and march straight back to England, stopping at every home you pass by to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die toda...
Michael Oher: [after pushing an opponent all the way off the field] Sorry, Coach. I stopped when I heard the whistle. Coach Cotton: Where were you taking him? Michael Oher: The bus. It was time for him to go home.
We make a home for ourselves, every time we work on something: actors, writers, singers, building these little nests in our gypsy souls, in place of the ones we so seldom seem to make in our own lives. And then suddenly it's over, and we have to star...
The first meeting-houses were often built in the valleys, in the meadow lands; for the dwelling-houses must be clustered around them, since the colonists were ordered by law to build their new homes within half a mile of the meeting-house.
