If we could magically transport ourselves back to the young Earth, when it was only a billion years old or two billion years old or three billion years old or four billion years old, we wouldn't be able to survive. We would have a hard time surviving...
Even if you can't afford to travel the world, you can take your children to the museum, zoo or local park. And don't be afraid to take them to grown-up spots. Eating out in a restaurant teaches children how to be quiet and polite and gives them the p...
It's the most terrifying thing for me, improv. It's a complete lack of control of both narrative and performance. Once you let yourself go into that, it's totally fun. The terrifying thing is, do I trust myself to let go of the handles and not embarr...
One of the defining things about my career on camera is I like to play different characters. That gets difficult to do. People don't trust you to do something different. In animation, it's all about trust and how far can you go away from yourself. It...
I like women, but you can't always trust them. Some of them are big liars, like this one woman I met who had a dog. I asked her her dog's name and then I asked, 'Does he bite?' and she said, 'No.' And I said, 'So how does he eat?' Liar!
The thing is, if I try to talk about acting, I come off as moaning. But I'm privileged. I think it's all about control. Acting is vulnerable because you're not in control of anything. You have to give up a lot of your trust; it's up to somebody else ...
Botox, trust me I've been tempted - but I resist! Think about what happens to your muscles - and your skin - if you're sick and don't move for a few days. It all atrophies! Plus, if you freeze a muscle in your face, other muscles have to compensate! ...
Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn out by keeping the sea and that his was kept in order and increasing by staying in port; but know he finds, I fancy, if Emperors hear the truth, that his fleet suffers more in a night t...
Above all, I would teach him to tell the truth Truth-telling, I have found, is the key to responsible citizenship. The thousands of criminals I have seen in 40 years of law enforcement have had one thing in common: Every single one was a liar.
Le Chiffre: You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire. James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.
Doctor #1: [to Bond, who is going into cardiac arrest] Stay calm and don't interrupt. Because you'll be dead within two minutes unless you do exactly what I tell you. James Bond: I'm all ears.
Dryden: Benefits of being section chief. I'd know if anyone had been promoted to double-oh status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills, and it takes... James Bond: Two. [cuts to Bond fighting Dryden's contact]
Father Brendan Flynn: [to Sister James] There are people who go after your humanity, Sister, that tell you that the light in your heart is a weakness. Don't believe it. It's an old tactic of cruel people to kill kindness in the name of virtue.
Mayor: [regarding The Joker] What do we got? Lt. James Gordon: Nothing. No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias.
[after visiting the scarred Dent in the hospital, Gordon emerges and sees Maroni there, leaning on a cane] Salvatore Maroni: This craziness... it's too much. Lt. James Gordon: You should have thought of that before you let the clown out of the box.
Harvey Dent: Lightly irradiated bills. Fancy stuff for a city cop. Have help? Lt. James Gordon: We liase with various agencies. Harvey Dent: Save it, Gordon. I want to meet him.
[Gordon and the police arrive to arrest Maroni] Salvatore Maroni: You sure you wanna embarrass me in front of my friends, Lieutenant? Lt. James Gordon: Oh, don't worry. They're coming too.
Charles Frohman: You know what happened, James, they changed it. J.M. Barrie: They changed what? Charles Frohman: The critics, they made it important... hm, what's it called? What's it called? J.M. Barrie: Play. Charles Frohman: Play.
[Gesturing to a crushed car] Auric Goldfinger: Forgive me, Mr. Bond, but, uh... I must arrange to separate my gold from the late Mr. Solo. James Bond: As you said, he had a pressing engagement.
Colonel Smithers: Have a little more of this rather disappointing brandy. M: What's the matter with it? James Bond: I'd say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir... with an overdose of bon-bois. M: Colonel Smithers is giving the lectu...
[a laser is about to cut Bond in half] James Bond: I think you made your point. Thank you for the demonstration. Auric Goldfinger: Choose your next witticism carefully Mr. Bond, it may be your last.
