I was trained to serve the writer and director as an actor before I serve myself. Not to say that's gotten in my way, but that's a different way of working than most American actors work.
I want to write a book called, "Ten Steps to Asexuality." Of course, I recommend all those steps be taken in Birkenstock sandals.
I want a billion people to know my name as well as they know their own. I want to clone myself to fame.
I want to never stop growing as a person. I’d love to be well over 8 feet tall.
I want to buy you a pair of YAP, or Yellow Admiration Pants (they have no crotch), and have you talk dirty to me.
I want to be able to type 60 words per minute without repeatedly typing one-letter words like “I” or “A.
Well, I have one of the best jobs in the world.
I hope I can do a better job than Mr. Bettman.
Her lips curved up then, as if she liked his answer. “Are you working tomorrow?” Dax nodded. “Yeah. Training stuff.” He was running weapons-training exercises with three of his guys and a small team of DEA agents. They liked to do joint opera...
His action of joining them, which would have been rude in a restaurant that was not moving at three hundred kilometers an hour, was perfectly acceptable on a train, which mimicked the entirely random joinings of life but revealed their true nature by...
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Civil disobedience, as I put it to the audience, was not the problem, despite the warnings of some that it threatened social stability, that it led to anarchy. The greatest danger, I argued, was civil obedience, the submission of individual conscienc...
Many of us are slaves to our minds. Our own mind is our worst enemy. We try to focus, and our mind wanders off. We try to keep stress at bay, but anxiety keeps us awake at night. We try to be good to the people we love, but then we forget them and pu...
Gordie: Alright, alright, Mickey's a mouse, Donald's a duck, Pluto's a dog. What's Goofy? Vern: If I could only have one food for the rest of my life? That's easy-Pez. Cherry-flavored Pez. No question about it. Teddy: Goofy's a dog. He's definitely a...
[last lines] Hiccup: [narrating] This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it's home. It's our home. Those who attacked us are relentless and crazy, but those who stopped them - oh-h-h-h-h, even more so! We may be small in numbe...
Hiccup: [follows Valka through the cave] Uh, hold-hold on! Wait just a minute! Valka: This way! Hiccup: Come back here! Valka: Come! Hiccup: You can't just say something like that and run off! You're my MOTHER? I mean, what the...? Do you... do you g...
Gobber: [Slapping a thick book on the table] The Dragon Manual. Everything we know about every dragon we know of. [Thunder rumbles] Gobber: No attacks tonight. Study up. Tuffnut: Wait, you mean *read*? Ruffnut: While we're still alive? Snotlout: Why ...
Isabelle: [last lines; at the part Isabelle smiles as she watches Hugo doing magic tricks, she sits and starts writing in her notebook] [voice over] Isabelle: Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he li...