Max Bialystock: Listen. Every night people are laughing at your beloved Fuhrer. Why? Franz Liebkind: It's that L.S.D., und his verdampter "babies"!
C. S. Divot: [to Michelle] And forget about that test tomorrow, baby. You're finished in this business before you even start! You're wiped out! You're finished!
Guy Woodhouse: What the hell is that? Rosemary Woodhouse: I've been to Vidal Sassoon. Guy Woodhouse: You mean you actually paid for it?
Minnie Castevet: Anyone! Anyone! It didn't have to be a no-good slut straight from the gutter. Just as long as she is young, healthy and not a virgin!
Roman Castevet: Rosemary... Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up. Roman Castevet: Rosemary... Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik, I don't hear you.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Isn't Hutch coming with us? Skipper: Catholics only, Miss. I'm afraid that we're bound by these prejudices. Rosemary Woodhouse: I understand.
Rosemary Woodhouse: I look awful. Guy Woodhouse: What are you talking about? You look great. It's that haircut that looks awful.
Cable car conductor: [as cable car careens down street] We're gonna crash! Save yourselves! Oh, my baby!
Frank Lopez: Elvira! Baby! Where've you been? It's 10:00 honey I'm starving! Elvira: You're always hungry, you should try starving.
[the guard knocks at Dunstan's door. Dunstan opens it] Guard: This was left at the wall for you. [the guard gives to Dunstan a basket which contains a baby] Guard: Says here his name is Tristan.
Rooster Cogburn: You can't serve papers on a rat, baby sister. You gotta kill him or let him be.
D.J.: Be lookin' good, Warriors. All the way back to Coney. Ya hear me, babies? Good. Re-e-al good. Adios.
Raven: [turning blue] What's the matter, baby? Don't you think I look prettier like this?
Luisa: You get babies to look after, you end up changing their diapers!
It's really difficult working with kids and with babies because they are not cooperative subjects: they are not socialized into the idea that they should cheerfully and cooperatively give you information. They're not like undergraduates, who you can ...
I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin; but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace.
I didn't see how wearing prosthetics was quite so different from being born with flaming red hair in a crowd of black-haired babies, or being of a different religion from that of every other child in your area.
The difference in my body from pre-pregnancy to post-baby was night and day. I didn't have the strength, I didn't have the flexibility, I didn't have the stamina, I didn't have the mobility. I felt like I was handicapped.
My psycho-analytic work has convinced me that when in the baby's mind the conflicts between love and hate arise, and the fears of losing the loved one become active, a very important step is made in development.
When your co-stars are 9-month-old babies, you fall in love. You start thinking, When am I going to have my own?
Some of us are born with a weakness for music. As a baby, music would stop whatever thought I was having. If I was worried, it would stop me worrying; if I was crying, it would stop me crying. Music was a healing thing for me.
