[Trapper has just opened a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer] Hawkeye Pierce: I see you are a beer drinker, sir. Would you care for a martini? Trapper John: A martini? Yeah, I'd love a martini. Hawkeye Pierce: [to Ho-Jon] Ho-Jon, get the gentleman a mart...
[Frank is interrogating Nordberg about the source of his incident, while Nordberg is only partly conscious from anesthesia, which Frank is incompetently unaware of] Frank: Nordberg, it's me, Frank. Now, who did this to you? Det. Nordberg: [half-consc...
Louise Schumacher: Then get out, go anywhere you want, go to a hotel, go live with her, and don't come back. Because, after 25 years of building a home and raising a family and all the senseless pain that we have inflicted on each other, I'm damned i...
[Noodles gives Moe a letter to read] Fat Moe: Who's Robert Williams? Noodles: I am. Fat Moe: [reading] "We wish to inform you that following the sale of the Beth Israel Cemetery..." The synagogue sent these out if you wanted to relocate your loved on...
[first lines] Charlie: [voice-over] Dear Friend. I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have. Please don't try to figure out who I am. I don't want y...
[last lines] Tappy Tibbons: We got a winner, I said we got a winner, we got a winner! Our next winner is that delightful personality, straight from Brighton beach Brooklyn, Please give a juicy welcome to Mrs. Sara Goldfarb! The Audience: Juice by Sar...
Gorgeous George: Get back down or you will not be coming up next time. [watches as Mickey warms up] Gorgeous George: Oh, bollocks to you. This is sick. I'm out of here. Mickey: You're not going anywhere, you thick lump. [Pulls off his shirt] Mickey: ...
[last lines] Nigel Tufnel: [on what he would do if he couldn't be a rock star] Well, I suppose I could, uh, work in a shop of some kind, or... or do, uh, freelance, uh, selling of some sort of, uh, product. You know... Marty DiBergi: A salesman? Nige...
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley: I didn't realize you left your job at the bank. Claire Keesey: Uh... oh yeah. Yeah. Last week. I'm sorry, was I supposed to notify someone? [Frawley shakes his head, and picks up the box with the necklace that Doug gave to Clai...
Computer Operator: Gentlemen, I know how anxious you've all been during these last few days. But now I think I can safely say that your time and money have been well-spent. We're about to witness the greatest miracle of the machine age. Based on the ...
Juror #8: [answering Juror #4's remark about where the father's body was found] We're not, unless somebody else wants to; but *I'd* like to find out if an old man who drags one foot when he walks, 'cause he had a stroke last year, could get from his ...
Col. Quaritch: You haven't got lost in the woods, have ya? Your last report was more than 2 weeks *ago*. I'm startin' to doubt your resolve! The way I see it, it's time to terminate the mission. Jake Sully: I can do this. Col. Quaritch: You already h...
Tadashi: Wow, a lot of sweet tech here today. How are you feeling? Hiro: You're talking to an ex-bot fighter. Takes a lot more than this to rattle me. Go Go: Yep, he's nervous. Fred: Oh, you have nothing to fear, little fella. Honey Lemon: He's so te...
Edward Cole: Good afternoon. My name is Edward Cole. I don't know what most people say at these occasions because in all honesty, I've tried to avoid them. The simplest thing is I loved him and I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together, which i...
[while Reeves is trying to resist the effects of Joker's toxin, Batman appears in his hospital room] Arthur Reeves: [gasps, then giggles helplessly] Oh, no! Batman: Why did the Joker meet with you? [Reaves keeps giggling] Batman: It has to do with th...
Ray: Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh? Ken: What sorrows? Ray: You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man. Ray: [to the bartender] One gay beer please. Ken: How'd your date go? Ray: My date involved two instances of extreme violence, one instance ...
Who makes things up? Who tells the real story? We all turn our lives into stories. It is a defining characteristic of our species. We retell our experiences. We quickly learn what parts are interesting to our listeners and what parts lag, and we shap...
October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented haze That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold, Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold Grey church, long barn, orc...
For this last, Before and in Corioli, let me say, I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers; And by his rare example made the coward Turn terror into sport: as weeds before A vessel under sail, so men obey'd And fell below his stem: his sword, d...
I look at sex differently than most people. It’s an exchange, and it should be good for both parties. I don’t want you to spread your legs and let me have you because you want someone to hold you. If you want me to hold you, ask me. I want you to...
I don't like forgetting, Elías," I said with my eyes closed. A single tear slipped down my cheek and I let it. "I don't want to forget these moments that constantly remind me of who I am, who I was, and who you are. I don't want to forget my past an...
