Ike was like a giant umbrella. He absorbed what was coming down from above, shielded his commanders from higher authority, and about them to fight the war without excessive second-guessing.
Mensen, zo heb ik ontdekt, bestaan uit verschillende lagen. Je denkt dat je hen kent, dat je hen begrijpt, maar hun echte drijfveren liggen altijd diep in hun hart verscholen. Je zult ze nooit echt leren kennen, maar soms besluit je hen te vertrouwen...
Daddy, Momma! I made a friend. His name is Ike, and he ain’t got no tail because they chopped it off, but Aidan didn’t cop it off. Tourists chopped it off. But then Aiden went and fought the tourist. I hope we don’t get no tourists here. We wou...
Ik heb gemerkt, juffrouw Engel, in mijn lange loopbaan in het onderwijs, dat een rotmeisje veel gevaarlijker is dan een rotjongen. Bovendien zijn ze veel moeilijker klein te krijgen. Een rotmeisje te grazen nemen is als achter een bromvlieg aan zitte...
At a book festival in Fort Lauderdale, I met David Eisenhower, Ike's grandson, who was promoting his book 'Going Home to Glory: A Memoir of Life with Dwight D. Eisenhower,' in which he describes attending the Yankees' 154th game in 1961. The whole fa...
[shortly after Mr. Frying Pan makes an obscure "Ike, Mike, and Mustard" reference] Mr. Frying Pan: You wanna know who we are? I'm the frying pan, see? And my boy over here, he's... Mr. Fire: Mustard. I'm Mustard, baby. Mr. Frying Pan: He's the fire. ...
Eisenhower and Patton, old friends and figures crucial to the Allies' upcoming success, conferred over yet another gaffe on Patton's part that could have cost him his command. Patton's head is on Ike's shoulder in gratitude, but the scene is rescued ...
I’m after a mugger,” said Scout. “A hugger?” said Clyde. He was a little deaf. “I would imagine you receive plenty of hugs. They probably come to you. Why would you have to go after them?” “NO!” said Ike. “MMMMugger, you nitwit.” ...
Its been a long time we both talked properly. I guess its because many thing went wrong between us and ik that ab its difficult to get back on the road; road on which we used to travel before. You know every time I open my messenger the first thing t...
[L]ike people, ideas have social lives. They’re one way when they’re by themselves, and another when they’re surrounded by their peers. Crammed together, they grow more uncertain, more interesting, more surprising; they come out of themselves a...
Johnny Ringo: [Ringo is trying to get McMasters to rejoin the Cowboys] So, there's nothin' I can say to get you to come back? Sherman McMasters: Not after what you done. Not after shootin' at the Earp's women. Johnny Ringo: All right then, I guess yo...
De kunstenaar is een arbeider lijk gij en ik. Hij maakt schoonheid, en hij wordt daar meestal niet voor betaald. De kunstenaar leeft en sterft met de arbeider mee. Al waar de arbeider naar verlangt, tracht de kunstenaar nu reeds gestalte te geven. Zo...
Eric Cartman: Mom, there's someone at the door. [No reply] Eric Cartman: Mom, I said there's someone at the door! Mrs. Cartman: Coming, hun. Eric Cartman: [as Liane walks past] Ay, I can't see the TV! Mrs. Cartman: Oh, look Eric, It's your little fri...
... de jongen soo verbaast gaauw tegen de stijlte weer op liep, schreeuwende luijtkeels de schuijt vergaat og was ik bij mijn moeder op het landt, van hem een openhartige confessie, door hem geroepen en van andere meer als duijsentmalen gedagt, maar ...
[last lines] Narrator: The Red Sash Cowboy Gang was broken forever. Ike Clanton was shot and killed two years later during an attempted robbery. Mattie died of a drug overdose shortly after she left Tombstone. Virgil and Allie Earp moved to Californi...
Renfield: He came and stood below my window in the moonlight. And he promised me things, not in words, but by doing them. Van Helsing: Doing them? Renfield: By making them happen. A red mist spread over the lawn, coming on like a flame of fire! And t...
Mr. Frying Pan: Well now, here we all are. Ike, Mike and Mustard. Harry: What the hell does that mean? Mr. Fire: You know, I'm with him on this one man, that's pretty fuckin' obscure. Mr. Frying Pan: Horseshit, I hear that all the time. Mr. Fire: You...
Percy Garris: [singing] Oh don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike / Crossed the high mountains with her lover Ike / Two yoke of oxen and big yellow dog / Called Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog / Hoodle-dang-hootie-i-doh, hoodle-dang-hootie-ay,...
