[after Hoot cuts in front of Blackburn in the line for food] Blackburn: Hey man, there's a line. "Hoot": I know. Blackburn: And this isn't the back of it. "Hoot": Yeah, I know.
"Hoot": [speaking about the shooting earlier] Nice man, very smooth. Gordon: Single shot through the engine block. "Hoot": Shit, that's a shame. That was a nice jeep.
I'm a hoot and a half, I like to think.
Song after Battle: As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled. Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves how...
Will Scarlett: I'm tired. Robin Hood: What? After a nice refreshing sleep in the green wood? Will Scarlett: I pulled seven acorns out of my ribs. Robin Hood: Lovely, fresh air... Will Scarlett: My teeth ache with chattering. Robin Hood: Nightingales ...
"Hoot": When I go home people'll ask me, "Hey Hoot, why do you do it man? What, you some kinda war junkie?" You know what I'll say? I won't say a goddamn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that...
People can be a hoot on the set, but if they're not good to work with, that tires very quickly.
I've finally graduated from 'I don't give a hoot.'
It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.
I give two hoots about being typecast. It's not in my hands.
Flying is such a joy. You just want to hoot.
There's only a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.
Mushu: Let's go kick some Hunny buns! Yee-ha! [hoots and hollers]
The prophet and the martyr do not see the hooting throng. Their eyes are fixed on the eternities.
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my ...
Steele: Sergeant, what's the meaning of this? [Thinking he's talking about the unauthorized pig picking] "Hoot": Just a little aerial target practice, sir. Didn't want to leave 'em behind. Steele: I'm talking about your weapon, soldier. Now Delta or ...
When cars honk and hoot and drunks squeeze out of car windows and scream, you can be sure that football is in the air.
McKnight: [over the radio] How are things going? Things okay there, Struecker? Struecker: I don't wanna talk about it now, Colonel. I'm busy! [Pilla is shot and falls into the humvee] Thomas: Sergeant Pilla's hit! Christ, he's fucked up! McKnight: Is...
[On seeing wild boars running below the Black Hawk] "Hoot": Who's hungry?
Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.
Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
