We represent people, and any good congressperson wants to know how their people at home feel about issues. I can tell you for sure in our office that is taken into account, and that is true for any congresspersons I know.
We don't sign an artist to fill a void, ever. I'll never find a Taylor Swift. You can't find a new Madonna, you cannot find a Prince, a Bob Marley, a John Lennon. You won't find another Kanye West. We simply deal with people as they walk in, and we s...
How much is an hour of your time worth? It's worth whatever wage you would get if you spent that hour working. If you work for an hourly rate, this is an easy calculation. Even if you work for a salary and a fixed number of hours, the principle is th...
I live a half mile from the San Andreas fault - a fact that bubbles up into my consciousness every time some other part of the world experiences an earthquake. I sometimes wonder whether this subterranean sense of impending disaster is at least partl...
Frances Stevens: Doesn't it make you nervous to be in the same room with thousands of dollars worth of diamonds, and unable to touch them? John Robie: No. Frances Stevens: Like an alcoholic outside of a bar on Election Day? John Robie: Wouldn't know ...
John Murdoch: Excuse me. How do I get to the end of the line? Train Passenger: You want the Express. John Murdoch: [after train blows by him] Hey, how come that train didn't stop? Station Master: That's the Express.
[Blake captures Selina at the airport] John Blake: I showed your picture to the Congressman. Guess what? Selina Kyle: Don't tell me, still in love? John Blake: Oh, head over heels. Pressing charges, though.
Phillip Stryver: Bane says the Batman interfered, but the task was accomplished. John Daggett: And what about the men they arrested? Phillip Stryver: He said, and I quote; they would die before talking. John Daggett: Where does he find these guys?
McAllister: "Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man." John Keating: "But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be." McAllister: Tennyson? John Keating: No, Keating.
John Keating: Mr. Pitts, would you open your hymnal to page 542 and read the first stanza of the poem you find there. Pitts: [reading the poem title] "To the Virgins To Make Much of Time"? John Keating: Yes, that's the one. Somewhat appropriate, isn'...
Zeus: What the fuck are you doin'? John McClane: Interrogatin' him. Zeus: Well, what's he gonna tell you, "I'm dead"? John McClane: Well, I ain't gonna know 'til I ask him, am I?
[trying to get to one of Simon's destinations on time] Zeus: I told you the Park Drive is always jammed. John McClane: I didn't say "Park Drive." [McClane turns the cab and drives through the park] John McClane: I said "through the park."
John McClane: [Zeus has picked up a stray gold ingot and attempts to carry it out with him] Put that shit down. Zeus: No fuckin' way. John McClane: They ain't gonna let you keep it. Zeus: Yeah, yeah, we'll see.
John Coffey: [after being locked inside his prison cell, he looks up at Paul] I couldn't help it, Boss. I tried to take it back... but it was too late. [Paul glances at John Coffey for a second and walks away]
John: You should have gone west to America. You would have been a senior citizen of Boston. But you took a wrong turn, and what happened? You're a lonely old man from Liverpool. Grandfather: But I'm clean. John: Are you?
State Senator John Briggs: It's time to root them out. Tom Ammiano: And how are you going to determine who's a homosexual? State Senator John Briggs: My bill outlines procedures for identifying homosexuals. Tom Ammiano: How? Will you be sucking them ...
Feathers: I thought you were never going to say it. John T. Chance: Say what? Feathers: That you love me. John T. Chance: I said I'd arrest you. Feathers: It means the same thing, you know that.
John Mason: I want a suite, a shower, a shave, the feel of a suit. Stanley Goodspeed: May I also suggest a haircut? John Mason: Am I out of style? Stanley Goodspeed: Unless you're a 20 year old guitarist from Seattle. It's a grunge thing.
John Mason: [as they are escaping] Hummel won't do it, he's a soldier not a murderer. I read it in his eyes. Stanley Goodspeed: You read it in his eyes? I'm sorry, but that's not a chance I can afford to take! John Mason: Okay, then talk louder.
Prince John: Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes! Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Hiss: Sire, you have an absolute skill for encouraging contributions from the poor. [chuckles] Prince John: To coin a phrase, my dear counselor, rob the poor to give the rich.
Hiss: How nobly King Richard's crown sit on your royal brow. Prince John: Doesn't it? King Richard? [wrings Hiss' neck] Prince John: I told you never to mention my brother's name! Hiss: A mere slip of the forked tongue, Sire.
