Albrecht: You're the guy that murdered Tin-Tin. Eric Draven: He was already dead. He died a year ago the moment he touched her. They're all dead. They just don't know it yet.
Albrecht: Great. A guy shows up looking like a mime from Hell and you lose him right out in the open. Well, at least he didn't do that walking against the wind shit, I hate that.
[gazing at falling-snow crystal ball containing a mini-cemetery] Top Dollar: Dad gave me this. Fifth birthday. He said, "Childhood's over the moment you know you're gonna die."
Sarah: It's more like surfing than skating. I wish the rain would stop just once. Eric Draven: It can't rain all the time. Sarah: Eric?
Eric Draven: [while searching for the wedding rings] Warmer? Gideon: [Is held at the table due to the knife through his hand into the table] WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Eric Draven: Don't you know this game?
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.
Top Dollar: It's all been done before, you see what I'm sayin'? Bad Ass Criminal: That's no reason to quit. Top Dollar: Wrong. Best reason to quit. *Only* reason to quit.
Cheyenne: They wanna hang me. The big, black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything. Never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.
Hidetora: [Hidetora has just signed a pledge abdicating his authority to Taro] Are you a son? Taro Takatora Ichimonji: What do you mean? Hidetora: Is this a son's attitude? The hen pecks the cock and makes him a crow.
Black is beautiful .Black isn’t power. Knowledge is power. You can be black as a crow or white as snow but if you don’t know and you ain’t got no dough, you can’t go and that’s for sho’.
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood." "Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?" "How else? Though not till I'm done reading.
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Maybe you should go home and rest," Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie with him and pet him.
To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the...
Coming from New Zealand and Australia is like a tough pre-school for Hollywood. And having been on 'Neighbours,' even though the agents I met with hadn't seen it, they knew it's where Russell Crowe and Guy Pearce had come from. It was a foot in the d...
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Gideon: Look, I'm beggin' you, alright? Don't kill me. Eric Draven: I'm not gonna kill you. Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them, tonight. Tell them Eric Draven sends his regards.
Grange: I saw him too. He had a guitar. He winked at me before he jumped out a fourth floor window like he had wings. Top Dollar: He winked at you? [tsk] Top Dollar: Musicians.
[Grange notices Gideon's burns] Grange: You burn yourself playing with matches? Gideon: Fuck off. Grange: You have an appointment. Gideon: Well, shit on me. Grange: Drink up. Gideon: This is a first. Do I bow or do I curtsy?
Albrecht: That's Tin-tin. One of T-Bird's little helpers. I think you can rule out accidental death. Lead Cop: Don't any of your street-demons have real grown-up names?
Old Sophie: I wonder what Howl disguised himself as? Surely not a crow. Can't be a pigeon, he's too flamboyant for that. [a glider plane with a giggling young woman and her lover flies overhead] Old Sophie: That could be him.
