Hiss: How nobly King Richard's crown sit on your royal brow. Prince John: Doesn't it? King Richard? [wrings Hiss' neck] Prince John: I told you never to mention my brother's name! Hiss: A mere slip of the forked tongue, Sire.
Prince John: My trap is baited and set! And then, revenge! Ahh. [screams so loud it almost blows off Hiss' skin] Prince John: Revenge! Hiss: Shh! Not so loud, sire! Remember, only you and I know, and your secret is my secret.
High Sheriff of Nottingham: I hope our little golden hook will catch the fish. Prince John: You hope? High Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh it will... if he's here. Prince John: If he's not we'll stick your head upon the target and shoot at that.
Furious Styles: Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community? The Old Man: Why? Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? The...
Tre Styles: Man, what the fuck is wrong with you? Ricky: What? Tre Styles: You're slamming my door like some kind of Gorilla on a football field! Ricky: Damn, Nigger! What's wrong with you? Tre Styles: Nothing.
Doughboy: I heard you like Mr. GQ Smooth now. You working over at the Fox Hills Mall? Tre Styles: Yeah, I get discounts on clothes. You like? Doughboy: You look like you sellin' rocks.
I was 10 when I realised I couldn't stand football. I'd tried, obviously, before this - no one wants to give in to social pariah-hood without a fight. I had stood frozen on pitches, done some running about and shouted a lot, as though I cared.
Hold it. You know what I'd like to see? I'd like to see the three bears eat the three little pigs, and then the bears join up with the big bad wolf and eat Goldilocks and Little Red Riding Hood! Tell me a story like that, OK?
Before me and beside me sat a row of the comeliest young men, clad in black gowns and wearing on their shoulders long hoods trimmed in white fur. Who and what they were I know not, for I preferred not to learn, lest by chance they should not be so me...
A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.
I almost told her everything right then. I wanted to tell her about the Wolves, and how I was supposed to hate them, but when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room.
Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong? Kind of like the way a fish sees that bright, shiny lure just before it chomps down and gets hauled out of water to become someo...
[Masters and Johnson found] the so-called vaginal orgasm was actually not vaginal. When it happened at all, it was the result of friction between clitoral hood and clitoris that some women experienced when the thrusts of the penis tugged at connected...
The South: Three-wheeled Piggly Wiggly shopping carts, grease-caked engine blocks, baby strollers with shredded black hoods, Soviet rocket parts, human skulls on spikes and orange-eyed Rottweilers on heavy chains breathing fire...
Michael understood. "Not really. My gear is mostly blindfolds, feathers, and shit I got from the pet store. All the good stuff is expensive." There were online catalogs full of it. Leather and metal. Gags and hoods and cuffs and rope. That's what you...
Keep in mind that in the whole long tradition of storytelling, from Greek myths through Shakespeare through King Arthur and Robin Hood, this whole notion that you can't tell stories about certain characters because someone else owns them is a very mo...
He laid his hands on her head, pushing back the hood. He began to speak. His voice was soft, and the words were in no tongue she had ever heard. The sound of them came into her heart like rain falling. She grew still to listen.
What if there were health food stores on every corner in the hood, instead of liquor stores!?
The greatest competitor was Bob Gibson. He worked so fast out there and he always had the hood up. He always wanted to close his own deal. He never talked to you because he was battling so hard. I sure as hell don't miss batting against him, but I mi...
Before playing football, I didn't fit in anywhere. My parents didn't have a lot of money, which they spent on our education to send us to Catholic private school in Oakland, mostly black. The other kids had more money than I did. I started school ear...
I've always loved history, from my youngest memories. My father enjoyed the great stories of history, like Hereward the Wake, Robin Hood, and Richard the Lionheart, and he shared them with me. I went on to do a degree in history, though I found it ra...
