While human space travel is daunting, machines - with their indefinitely long lifetimes - could travel the galaxy. It might make little difference to them that bridging the distance from one star to the next could take hundreds of thousands of years ...
Because Microsoft seems to sometimes not trust customer choice, they salt XP with all these little gizmos and trap doors to get people to try Microsoft stuff. But the reality is that we're downloading more players than we ever have on a worldwide bas...
Roy Neary: I guess you've noticed something a little strange with Dad. It's okay, though. I'm still Dad.
[after a customer got his hand stuck in a can of Pringles] Dante Hicks: A little word of advice, my friend. Sometimes you gotta let those hard-to-reach chips go.
[first lines] James Bond: M really doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets.
Sheeta: [Hitting both Charles and Louis in the head with a coal shovel on the train chase] Take that! Charles: [dazed] That's a strong little girl! Louis: [groaning] Uh-huh...
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Grover Dill! Farkus's crummy little toadie. Mean! Rotten! His lips curled over his green teeth.
Mr. Parker: [Reading Telegram and doing a little jig] Tonight! Tonight! It's coming Tonight! Tonight! Tonight! Tonight! Hot Damn, Tonight!
Mum: There's a beetle. Under the fridge! Horrid little creature scuttled right in front of me! I though I told you spray this house! The place is infested with vermin.
Ron Woodroof: Let me give y'all a little news flash. There ain't nothin' out there can kill fuckin' Ron Woodroof in 30 days.
Simone: I did it when I was a freshman, and you'll do it when you're seniors. but you're doing great. Now fry like bacon, you little freshman piggies. Fry!
Jack: This is how you dressed before you were in the joint, right? Sort of garbage man on parade. Zack: You, uh, plannin' on doin' a little squirrel huntin', Jack?
Sister Helen Prejean: Look at you. Death is looking down your neck, and you're playing your little male come-on games.
Clementine: Look, I'm sorry if I came off a little nutso, I'm not really. Joel: That's okay, I really didn't think you were.
Joel Weinstock: [to the Chemist] Thank you, Howard. Take what's left there with you and good night. Ah-ah... not that one. The little one.
Private Eightball: What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beaucoup.
Chum: Dolphins, yeah! They think they're so cute. "Oh, look at me, I'm a flippy little dolphin, let me flip for you. Ain't I something?"
Ferris: [Ferris is calling Cameron at home] Cameron, babe, what's happenin'? Cameron: [Cameron lying in bed underneath covers] Very little.
Shep Proudfoot: [beating Carl Showalter violently] Fucking little weasel! Fuck you! You fucking motherfucker son of a bitch! Fucking cock! Jesus Christ! You fucking shitbag motherfucker!
Rocket Raccoon: [scans a small child] Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!
The Collector: These carriers can use the stone to mow down entire civilisations like wheat in a field. Peter Quill: There's a little pee coming out of me right now.
