In a perfect world, I would like to do as many seasons of 'Workaholics' as possible, as long as people still like the show and Comedy Central will still have us. And doing movies, writing my own movies and doing movies with my friends. I think that w...
[Hannah hits Jim over the head with a bottle] Selena: Hannah, it's OK. He's not infected. Hannah: But I thought he was biting you. Jim: Kissing. I was kissing her. Are you stoned? Selena: It's a long story.
Ricky Fitts: Excuse me for speaking so bluntly sir. But those fags make me want to puke my fucking guts out. Colonel Frank Fitts: [cautiously, after a long pause] Well, me too son. Me too.
Birdie: There's a message from the bartender. Does Miss Channing know she ordered domestic gin by mistake? Margo Channing: The only thing I ordered by mistake is the guests. They're domestic, too, and they don't care what they drink as long as it bur...
Dallas: [looking at alien skeleton] Alien life form. Looks like it's been dead a long time. Fossilized. Looks like it's growing out of the chair. [climbs up for a closer look] Dallas: Bones are bent outward, like he exploded from inside.
Antonio Salieri: All I wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing... and then made me mute. Why? Tell me that. If He didn't want me to praise him with music, why implant the desire? Like a lust in my body! And then deny me the talent?
Susan Vance: Now that's all perfectly clear, isn't it? Dr. Fritz Lehman: Yeah-No it *isn't* ! You see - she's going to give me an explanation... David Huxley: No no no and my dear sir, it never *will* be clear, as long as she's explaining it!
Lana: What were you like... before all this? Were you like me, like a GIRL girl? Brandon: Yeah... like a long time ago... but then I guess I was just like a boy girl, then I was just a jerk.
Nash: Alicia, does our relationship warrant long-term commitment? I need some kind of proof, some kind of verifiable, empirical data. Alicia: I'm sorry, just give me a moment to redefine my girlish notions of romance.
[last lines] Deckard: [narrating] Gaff had been there, and let her live. Four years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special. No termination date. I didn't know how long we had together... Who does?
Deckard: Leon! Leon: How old am I? Deckard: [after slugging Leon, to no effect] I dunno. Leon: My birthday is April 10, 2017. How long do I live? Deckard: Four years. Leon: More than you! Painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Sonny: What's your name, kid? Calogero 'C' Anello: Calogero. Sonny: That's a long name. Don't you have a nickname? Calogero 'C' Anello: No. Sonny: What do your friends call you? Calogero 'C' Anello: Calogero. Sonny: That makes sense.
Yahya related to me from Malik that he heard that the Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said, "I have left two things with you. As long as you hold fast to them, you will not go astray. They are the Book of Allah and the Su...
I, myself, spent 9 years in an insane asylum and never had any suicidal tendencies, but I know that every conversation I had with a psychiatrist during the morning visit made me long to hang myself because I was aware that I could not slit his throat...
Just as I know the usual rules of law enforcement, I also know the exceptions and invoke those frequently. I don't feel a need to bog the reader down with an explanation of why the procedures are realistic, as long as I know that there is, in fact, a...
I like a good detective story," he said. "But, you know, they begin in the wrong place! They begin with the murder. But the murder is the end. The story begins long before that—years before sometimes with all the c...
Lord, give me what you have made me want; I praise and thank you for the desire that you have inspired; perfect what you have begun, and grant me who you have made me long for.
You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?" "For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine-bottle." And he stretched his long white hand up for it.
I've tried to explain to people that I don't 'love' writing any more than I 'love' breathing. It's something I do and it's something I need. If I thought about it as a love/hate thing, I probably would have quit long ago. And then died.
It is plainly evident that, in a country where land was to be had for the asking, fuel for the cutting, corn for the planting and harvesting, and game and fish for the least expenditure of labor, no man would long serve for another, and any system of...
One of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own ever-shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the person...
