[first lines] Paul Hackett: [Paul and Lloyd in front of a computer terminal] Alright, punch. Punch it in. Lloyd: Right. Paul Hackett: Okay, let's, first of all, refresh the screen here. Alright, and go into "format ruler". [Lloyd punches at the keybo...
[Otter and Mrs. Wormer are in the supermarket vegetable section] Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Mine's bigger. [Marion looks questioningly at him] Eric 'Otter' Stratton: My cucumber. It's bigger. I think vegetables can be very sensuous, don't you? Marion Wor...
Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] That's great, this is really fuckin' great, man. Now, what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some pretty shit now, man. Hicks: [Grabs him by the shirt] Are you finished? Newt: Guess we're not gonna make it, ...
Johnny: Are you okay little girl? Christy: Don't "little girl" me. I've been carrying this family on my back for over a year, ever since Frankie died. He was my brother too. It's not my fault that he's dead. It's not my fault that I'm still alive. Jo...
Tommy Nettle: No one speaks the fucking lingo out here. You can't say 'pass the biscuit' or 'where's me hand grenade?', they just shrug. Cause they hate us too. I mean, that's the point. We fight in France and the French fucking hate us. Make me Home...
Col. Quaritch: [addressing marines] Everyone on this base, every one of you, is fighting for survival, and that's a fact. There's an aboriginal horde out there massing for an attack. These orbital images tell me that the hostile numbers have gone fro...
[On Derek's change in prison] Danny Vinyard: I'm sorry, Derek. I'm sorry that happened to you. Derek Vinyard: I'm not. I'm lucky. I feel lucky because it's wrong, Danny. It's wrong and it was eating me up, it was going to kill me. And I kept asking m...
[first lines] Lord Byron: Prologue [looking out the window at a thunderstorm] Lord Byron: How beautifully dramatic! The cruelest savage exhibition of nature at her worst without. [turns to face Mary and Percy Shelley, both seated] Lord Byron: And we ...
[Doc and Marty in the time machine are about to depart from the Alternate 1985] Doc: Time circuits on. Marty McFly: What do you mean "Time Curcuits on"? Doc, we're not goin' back now! Doc: Yep. Marty McFly: Doc, What about Jennifer? What about Einste...
Barbed-Wire Salesman: I've never seen a man so broken up over a woman. What did he say her name was, Cara, Sara? Older Man on Train 2: Clara. Barbed-Wire Salesman: Clara! Clara Clayton: [Clara's eyes light up and she spins around in her seat] Excuse ...
[Batty has grabbed Deckard's gun hand and pulled it, along with the gun, through a hole in the wall] Batty: Proud of yourself, little man? [Batty takes the gun out of Deckard's hand] Batty: This is for Zhora! [Batty breaks one of Deckard's fingers] B...
Monsignor: And I am reminded, on this holy day, of the sad story of Kitty Genovese. As you all may remember, a long time ago, almost thirty years ago, this poor soul cried out for help time and time again, but no person answered her calls. Though man...
Bart: [Mongo walks down the street past a mannequin-like, penny-arcade-style "gunslinger" - Bart's voice is distorted and seems to be coming from the penny-arcade machine] I'm the marshal in this here town, and you're nothin' but a big fat ferret. [M...
On a second note, though, I have something to say about pain. There are lots of kinds of pain. Pain of smashing your fingers in a car door, pains of loosing a baby, pain of failing a test. But in their own little ways, these pains are all agonizing. ...
What do you think was the first sound to become a word, a meaning?... I imagined two people without words, unable to speak to each other. I imagined the need: The color of the sky that meant 'storm.' The smell of fire taht meant 'Flee.' The sound of ...
Mr. Benedict: "After I woke up and composed myself, however, I realized the flowers must certainly be yours, Constance, to do with as you please. At any rate -- " Mr.Benedict broke off, for just then Constance jumped to her feet, snatched the bouquet...
The monster, Hitler, died like Uther, frightened, hiding, haunted by his crimes and his wholly reasonable belief that all decent human beings would turn their backs on him. Who really cares where Hitler’s bones lie, or how he died, as long as he is...
When people talk about poetry as a project, they suggest that the road through a poem is a single line. When really the road through a poem is a series of lines, like a constellation, all interconnected. Poems take place in the realm of chance, where...
Why of course the people don't want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece? Naturally the common people don't want war neither in Russia, nor...
A dear and long-time friend,... asked me, "Jack, how long does it usually take you to write a book?" I replied, "Of course it depends on the project and its requirements, each book has its own rules. But for a statement to the world at large, once I'...
Trolls have a longstanding animosity for goats--"Who's that trip-tapping across my bridge!?"--and this led me to think that perhaps trolls are related to goats, since it seems a lot more plausible to me that your relatives would make you insane than ...
