Lotta people don't realize when you grow up with people, you have an affinity, a relationship you don't get with anyone else. After you're twenty years old, anyone you meet after that, it's different from the people you knew before.
[grabbing Abby from behind after breaking into Ray's house] Marty: Lover boy really oughta lock his door. Lotta nuts out there.
Phil Wenneck: [on video surveillance] Check it out. Stu! Stu, fuck this tiger! Mike Tyson: Aw, man! Who does shit like that, man? Phil Wenneck: Someone who has a lotta issues, obviously. I'm a sick man.
The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought it was just like daytime with the colours missing.
I'm grateful for my health, glad I'm making people laugh, glad my wife still likes me after a lotta years, grateful my daughter is growing, glad I don't take myself too seriously, glad L.A. has Astro Burger, grateful to be coming home to Harlem soon....
[first lines] Radio announcer: It's a sunny, woodsy day in Lumberton, so get those chainsaws out. This is the mighty W.O.O.D., the musical voice of Lumberton. At the sound of the falling tree, it's 9:30. There's a whole lotta wood waitin' out there, ...
Boot Salesman: [Moss walks in wearing his hospital robe] How those Larry's holdin' up? Llewelyn Moss: Uh, oh, good. Good! I need everything else. Boot Salesman: OK. Llewelyn Moss: Lotta people come in here without any clothes on? Boot Salesman: No si...
Fortune: I rode the bench for two years. Thought I wasn't being played because of my color, I got filled up with a lotta attitude. So I quit. Still not a week goes by I don't regret it. And I guarantee a week won't go by in your life you won't regret...
Meurice: Marty. Thought you were dead. You goin' home? Marty: No. I'm staying right here in hell. Meurice: Kind of a bleak point of view there, isn't it, Marty? Marty: Meurice... I don't want the asshole near my money. And I don't want him in the bar...
Jimmy held on to the reins for dear life, and thought that a horse was about the most slippery creature to sit on that he had ever met. He slithered first one way and then another, and at last he slid off altogether and landed with a bump on the grou...
As Feministing.com commenter electron-Blue noted in response to the 2008 New York Times Magazine article “Students of Virginity,” on abstinence clubs at Ivy League colleges, “There were a WHOLE LOTTA us not having sex at Harvard . . . but none ...
Billy Ray Valentine: [being pushed away by the doorman] Hey, man! I really don't appreciate this! I don't care what it is! A spiced ham! Anything! Some crackers! [the Dukes enter the building] Billy Ray Valentine: Thanks a lot. How'd you like a stump...
Judge: Percy, it don't look like you got a case at all. In the first place, there's no body. Second, we got us a preacher nobody's gonna dispute... Prosecutor Percy: But Your Honor... Judge: I'm tellin' you, What you got is a whole lotta nothing. I s...
Bob: [Bob is waiting outside the city prison after Hartigan's release] It's a lotta miles into town, Hartigan. You care for a ride? John Hartigan: Long as you stay in front of me. Bob: Prison's made you paranoid. Talk about water under the bridge. Ch...
Little Bill Daggett: [to W. W. Beauchamp, referring to the passage in Beauchamp's book where English Bob claims to have killed "Two Gun" Corcoran because Corcoran insulted a lady's honor] Yeah, well, a lotta folks did call him "Two Gun," but that was...
That's what a man is supposed to do for his wife. Listen, if a nigger didn't get lynched every now and then, well, there's just no telling what they'd do to us." "Who?" Lily asked. "Why, honey, the niggers and our husbands both. I don't care what col...
Jimmy Johnston: Right here. Editorial says this fight is good as murder, and everybody associated with it should be hauled into court and prosecuted afterwords. They say the paper's gettin' all sorts of letters from people saying you're their inspira...
It's like this," he'd explained once to Connie. "If someone gave you a single rose, you'd be happy, right?" "Okay," he went on, "Now imagine someone gives you ten thousand roses." "That is a whole lotta roses," she said. "That's too much." "Right. To...
Jack O'Callahan: [walking up to Craig, who's reading the tryout roster] Jimmy Craig. Jim Craig: Hey, Jack. Jack O'Callahan: What's up, you sieve? Jim Craig: [shakes hands] How's it going? Jack O'Callahan: Good. Jim Craig: [referring to tryout roster]...
Stanley Goodspeed: "I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent vol...
June Carter: [on stage w/John] We've got these people all revved up, John. Now c'mon, let's sing Jackson for 'em. Johnny Cash: You've got me all revved up. Now I've asked you forty different ways and it's time you come up with a fresh answer. June Ca...
