[last lines] Newlywed woman: ...but if you'd told me you quit your job, we wouldn't have gotten married. Newlywed man: Oh, honey, come on.
Teddy Daniels: I'm sorry, Honey. I love this thing because you gave it to me. But the truth is... it is one fuckin' ugly tie.
Mom: Honey, I want you to make some friends this summer, lots of them. Smalls: Yeah, I know. But I'm not good at anything, mom. Face it, I'm just an egghead.
Captain Shakespeare: And, Yvaine, I have some lovely dresses; take your pick. Yvaine: [surprised] I'm fine. Captain Shakespeare: [quietly] Honey... you're wearing a bathrobe.
Elizabeth: [to The Monster] Honey, did you see I put another hamper in the bathroom? This one's for your shirts, the other's just for socks and poo-poo undies.
I am an official slow-roasted, honey-baked ham. Ever since I was a kid, my thing is that I love attention. All my report cards are like, 'He would be wonderful, but he just can't stop being a clown in class.'
I love music, and can dance on the desi beats. Punjabi music is my favourite. I listen to artists like Honey Singh. I love his music. I also love watching Bollywood films.
When I was little, my mom tells me, I used to say things like, 'Mom do you hear the string section? Do you hear the string section?' And she would look at me and say, 'No honey, I don't know what you're talking about.'
Lester Burnham: This isn't life, it's just stuff. And it's become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that's just nuts.
Margo Channing: Lloyd, honey, be a playwright with guts. Write me one about a nice normal woman who just shoots her husband.
Ava Gardner: You listened to my phone calls? Howard Hughes: No! No! No! Honey I would never do that! I'd never do that! I... I just read the transcripts, that's all.
Honey Lemon: [Blows up a tower of microbots with her whole purse of chem-balls] WOO! Now THAT'S a chemical reaction!
Honey Lemon: I believe the world can be made into a happier, and much brighter place, through the thorough application of nature's toolbox - chemistry!
Richard: Susan, what's wrong? Honey, what happened? Lady On The Bus: Oh, my God. She's been shot. Richard: Stop the bus, stop, my wife's been hurt.
I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
If you know somebody is going to be awfully annoyed by something you write, that's obviously very satisfying, and if they howl with rage or cry, that's honey.
Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
When not working, I use a lot of treatments; from ancient casero - honey, avocado, stuff like that - other times, I buy ones you leave on for a few minutes. I don't blow dry my hair ever unless for work; I'd rather go for the natural look.
There is a number among us, young and old, of all sorts almost among us, that swarm up and down towns, and woods, and fields, whose care and work hitherto hath been like bees, only to get honey to their own hive.
When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without looking back even once. I could feel with my back how my neighborhood was receding, further and further away... but I kept pedaling...
She reached for the milk and honey soap, then poured it into the puff, but when she started washing him with it, he chuckled. “Uh, sweetheart?” “Hmm?” Candice mumbled as she stared at some interesting spot on his arm. “Real men don’t use ...
