Vermin: [getting off the train at Union Square] Where is everybody? Rembrandt: Looks like we're the first ones here. We're gonna hafta sit and wait... They'll show up. Vermin: Ooooo, looks like something else showed up. Cochise: Hey, hey, hey. Now lo...
Jerry Bostick - FIDO White: Looks like Mrs. Kranz pulled out the ol' needle and thread again... Technician: Last one looked like he bought it off a gypsy. Jerry Bostick - FIDO White: Well I guess you can't argue with tradition. Technician: [Gene puts...
Russell Hammond: [high on acid; laughingly, to Dick] Look at him, he's taking notes with his eyes. [Violently grabs William and shouts to his face] Russell Hammond: How do we know you're not a cop, huh? The enemy! Stop fucking looking at me! Dick Ros...
Gorman: [referring to the knife game] I thought you never missed, Bishop. [Ripley looks up to see a white milky substance leaking from between Bishop's thumb and index fingers] Ripley: [to Burke in an accusatory tone] You never said anything about an...
Doc: Clara! Climb out here to me! Clara Clayton: I don't know if i can! Doc: You can do it; just don't look down! [Clara looks down at the churning wheels and starts leaning out] Doc: That's it! [Clara climbs over the cab and steps her high-heeled bo...
Noriko Nakagawa: [while looking for Nanahara, she finds Mitsuko, sitting in the rain and staring catatonically at Noriko] Mitsuko. Mitsuko: [Stands up and picks up bag] What's up? Noriko Nakagawa: I'm looking for Nanahara. Mitsuko: Got separated? Sho...
[With other poor black seniors, watching Chance on TV] Louise: It's for sure a white man's world in America. Look here: I raised that boy since he was the size of a piss-ant. And I'll say right now, he never learned to read and write. No, sir. Had no...
Cyphel knew exactly how he felt about her as well — it was there in her expression whenever they spoke that beguiling combination of amusement and haughtiness that she carried off so well. It was a look that expressed disdain at Campion’s guarded...
God reminds us again and again that things between He and us are forever fixed. They are the rendezvous points where God declares to us concretely that the debt has been paid, the ledger put away, and that everything we need, in Christ we already pos...
This is love--not what we say to each other but what we not say. Sometime it just one look exchange. Sometime one word. But underlining everything we say or not say, something else. Something heavy and deep, like when we in bed and looking into each ...
Lampaxa Vorheridine? My Latin was never very good. What does that Translate to?" "Um, nothing. It wasn't named by an Earth scientist. According to the database it was named by a Cheblookan aboard a frieghter when it stopped here looking for fresh foo...
Great travel writing consists of equal parts curiosity, vulnerability and vocabulary. It is not a terrain for know-it-alls or the indecisive. The best of the genre can simply be an elegant natural history essay, a nicely writ sports piece, or a well-...
Look, look,' cried the count, seizing the young man's hands - "look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the scaffold to die - like a coward, it is true, but he was about to die without r...
For once I didn't look away immediately. I forced myself to meet her contemptuous gaze. I allowed myself be swept away by it, to drown in it - the way I'd done so many times before. The way I would willingly do again. Because at least she was here to...
Too embarrassed even to try as long as everyone was looking at me, I made what was probably a fairly unique request. ‘Um, I’ll have a go. But I can’t do it if you’re all looking at me. Can I go inside the wardrobe and sing from there?’ The ...
Ron seems to be enjoying the celebrations.” said Hermione. “Don’t pretend you didn’t see him. He wasn’t exactly hiding it, was — ?” The door behind them burst open. To Harry’s horror, Ron came in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the han...
Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't. I have grey eyes to her green, an oval face to her heart-shaped one, I'm shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer. All we shared is a madhouse of curls that I imprison in a ponytail ...
Brother—” “I thought we’d already decided we weren’t that, either.” Grabbing his shoulder, I stopped him before he could reach the door. “Look, I’m sorry! I’m sorry I did this to you.” He turned to look at me, his brow raised high...
The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have e...
If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose." Chronicler's forehead wrinkled. "What do you mean, exactly?" Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking down at his hands. "Do you know h...
Skulduggery." "Fletcher." Fletcher stuck out his hand. Skulduggery observed it for a moment. "I'm sorry, what are we doing now?" "Shaking hands," Fletcher said. "Like adults. I just want you to know that this past year has changed me. I've grown, as ...
