Videogames make you feel like you're actually doing something. Your brain processes the tiered game achievements as real-life achievements. Every time you get to the next level, hot jets of reward chemical coat your brain in a lathery foam, and it se...
All the time I was writing hit songs with my partner David Porter, I always had the yen to perform. Sure did. And when the opportunity came, I took it. The first album, 'Presenting Isaac Hayes,' didn't do so hot, but it was like a prelude for what wa...
Albrecht: Now Sarah, she's a genuine hot dogger. You hungry? Sarah: You buyin'? Albrecht: I'm buyin'. Sarah: No onions though, okay? Albrecht: No onions? Sarah: They make you fart, big time.
Howl: Calcifer, move the castle sixty miles west. [walks away] Howl: And while you're at it, make hot water for my bath. Calcifer: Fine, like moving the castle isn't hard enough!
[Doris knocks down a female shop assistant with a yellow "Slippery floor" sign] DS Andy Wainwright: Nice one, Doris. PC Doris Thatcher: Nothing like a bit of girl on girl!
[Tom is seated at the command centre, waving a pointed finger at CCTV photos of a street entertainer] Tom Weaver: If we don't come down hard on these clowns, we are going to be up to our *balls* in jugglers!
[Nicholas is giving a talk to a group of school children] Nicholas Angel: Are there any questions? [Danny is sitting at the back of a group] Danny Butterman: Is it true that there's a point on a man's head where if you shoot it, it will blow up?
[Frank is attempting to have Angel arrested by the other officers] Inspector Frank Butterman: You're not seriously gonna believe this man, are you? Are you? HE ISN'T EVEN FROM 'ROUND HERE!
Danny Butterman: [about PC Doris Thatcher] She's our only policewoman. Nicholas Angel: She's not a policewoman. Danny Butterman: [whispers] Yes, she is, I've seen her bra.
[Mr. Skinner has tripped and landed with his chin impaled on a miniature church spire at the model village] Simon Skinner: Ow! Thish really hurtsh... I'm gonna need shome ice-creeeem.
Inspector Frank Butterman: And he had one thing you haven't got. Nicholas Angel: What's that, sir? Inspector Frank Butterman: A great, big, bushy beard!
Vin: It took me a long, long time to learn my elbow from a hot rock. Right now, I belong back in that border town sleeping on white sheets.
Steven Connolly: [not realizing he's speaking to Barbara, who has snatched and answered Sheba's mobile phone] Where are ya? I've been dreamin' about your hot, sweet cunt all morning'!
Del: Was that seat hot or what? I feel like a Whopper. Turn me over, I'm done on this side. I'm afraid to look at my ass. There'll be griddle marks.
Sugar: [on marrying well] I don't care how rich he is, as long as he has a yacht, his own private railroad car, and his own toothpaste.
Sugar: [singing] I wanna be loved by you, just you, nobody else but you. I wanna be loved by you alo-o-one. Boop boop e doo.
Joe: [apologizing because the motor boat will only move backwards] I'm afraid it may take a little longer. Sugar: It's not how long it takes, it's who's taking you.
Junior: Look, if all you're interested in is whether I am married or not... Sugar: Oh, I'm not interested at all. Junior: Well, I'm not. Sugar: That's very interesting!
Mulligan: You better bring a check in case the joint is raided. Waiter: Who's gonna raid a funeral? Mulligan: Some people got no respect for the dead.
Sugar: I come from this musical family. My mother is a piano teacher and my father was a conductor. Joe: Where did he conduct? Sugar: On the Baltimore and Ohio.
Margaret: Have you really been to the East Indies, Colonel? Colonel Brandon: I have. Margaret: What's it like? Sir John Middleton: Like? Hot. Colonel Brandon: [mysteriously] The air is full of spices.
