Nicholas Angel: Mr. Porter, what's your wine selection? Roy Porter: Oh, we've got red... and, er... white? Nicholas Angel: I'll have a pint of lager, please.
Nicholas Angel: [in a crime scene, where everyone is masked and wearing the same clothes] Nicholas Angel: Janine, I've been transferred and I'm moving away for a while. Bob: I'm not Janine.
Nicholas Angel: Police work is as much about preventing crime as it is about fighting crime. Most importantly, it is about procedural correctness in the execution of unquestionable moral authority.
[indicating the CCTV footage that will act as his alibi] Simon Skinner: [smiling] Feel free to spool through! [Skinner pulls a pose identical to the one in a photo on the wall behind him]
Nicholas Angel: [to Inspector Butterman] With respect, sir, geographical location shouldn't factor in the application of the law. [Danny tries to hand him a piece of cake] Nicholas Angel: No thanks.
Carl Denham: [talking to Jack across the ravine] Why, you wouldn't follow that beast alone? Jack Driscoll: Someone's got to stay on his trail while it's hot!
Lionel Logue: How do you feel? King George VI: Full of hot air. Lionel Logue: Isn't that what public speaking's all about?
Mathilda: I am writing here the name of a girl in the class who makes me sick. If things get hot, she'll take the heat.
Ratso Rizzo: You want the word on that brother-and-sister act, Hansel's a fag and Gretel's got the hots for herself, so who cares, right? Load up on the salami.
GERTY: Would you like some hot sauce on your beans? Sam Bell: No, my tummy's a little tender, actually. But, thank you. Thank you, Gerty.
[a gun goes off at the football game] Hotlips O'Houlihan: Oh my God! They've shot him! Colonel Blake: Hot Lips, you incredible nincompoop! It's the end of the quarter.
Devlin: You don't look so hot. Sick? Alicia: [lies defiantly] No. Hangover. Devlin: That's news. Back to bottle again, huh? Alicia: It sort of... lightens my chores.
Jerry: Have I got things to tell you! Joe: What happened? Jerry: I'm engaged. Joe: Congratulations. Who's the lucky girl? Jerry: I am!
My parents made no money whatsoever, but they really knew how to see, as artists. So a big adventure might be, on a hot, dreadful day with no place to go, to go out and draw our chickens with pastels. My parents gave me a sense of wonder.
My personal belief is that you carry your own water in a relationship. If you see a girl and you think she's hot, that's a very human reaction, but you don't go and tell your spouse that, you know? So in one way it's how you behave.
I've always been into fashion since I was a kid. I love fashion. I appreciate it. I just enjoy dressing up and getting all the new sneakers and all the hot exclusive clothes - I did even when I was young.
I really don't like going out anymore. I used to love it, but now it's not fun. I'd rather have friends come over and hot have to worry about crazy people taking pictures.
I went to my first drum n' bass rave when I was 16 and remember being terrified. Looking around, trying to figure out how to dance to this music, watching some girl in some hot pants, trying little ways to learn her movements.
Violent crime is a solved problem - all they have to do is repeal the laws that keep those intelligent, capable, and responsible men and women from arming themselves, and violent crime evaporates like dry ice on a hot summer day.
When I watch movies or TV, I am like, 'Wow that guy is really cute, I really like him,' but I don't really have one person that I would die to go to something with. There are so many hot guys.
Juror #5: Boy oh boy, it's really hot, huh? Pardon me, but don't you ever sweat? Juror #4: No, I don't.
