Elinor Dashwood: Mama, [deep sigh] Elinor Dashwood: there is a painful difference between the expectation of an unpleasant event and its final certainty.
Luisa: You have to make the clitoris your best friend. Tenoch: What kind of friend is always hiding?
Julio Zapata: Truth is cool but unattainable... the truth is totally amazing, but you can't ever reach it.
Julio Zapata: Traveling is really cool Tenoch: Yeah, but with mushrooms! You've never stepped into a single plane
Silivia Allende de Iturbide: Oh, Saba, I didn't know you were here Diego 'Saba' Madero: [on drugs] Oh, here and everywhere
Luisa: You get babies to look after, you end up changing their diapers!
You loan your friend money. You see them again, they don't say nothin' 'bout the money. 'Hi, how ya doin'? How's ya mama doing?' Man, how's my money doin'?
I was the only child born to Josephine Perry that survived. Mama had six other children before me, and all had passed very quickly and very young, all succumbing to a combination of illness and disease and the lack of strength to fight off both.
Every once in life everyone has one time opportunity. So take your best shot or go to your mama and cry your ass off.
Jane: I've written a letter to Daddy / His address is Heaven above / I've written "Dear Daddy, we miss you / And wish you were with us to love" / Instead of a stamp I put kisses / The postman says that's best to do / I've written a letter to Daddy / ...
They say that secrets live at the bottom of a wine bottle. Mama had made it there the night before, slow glass by slow glass, but she'd never spoken a word.
And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy’s floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it.” (Charles)
My first film was a movie shot in 1974. I was 18 on that movie set. It was called 'Big Bad Mama.' I turned 19 on the next movie I worked on, which was a black 'Blazing Saddles.' I worked in the art department. It was called 'Darktown Strutters.'
Ain't nothing more important than loving your mama. Even if you can't understand her. Love her. That's all you gotta do.
When an answer finally comes to me, I know I've completely lost all my wits - or as my mama used to tell my father, I have a few screws loose.
No, Mama. The sweetest hallelujah will be when Billie can walk in the front door of any place she pleases, and nobody will tell her she doesn't belong.
• Looking backward should never divert our path to one of hatred and bitterness, for those steps lead nowhere but to destruction. To live in hatred is to miss the point of living.
Looking backward should never divert our path to one of hatred and bitterness, for those steps lead nowhere but to destruction. To live in hatred is to miss the point of living.
We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head.
Mama always did tell a good story, built a solid background, then deftly lead her engrossed listener through a series of doorways, enticing them in before delivering the coup de grâce.
People couldn't understand why my mama would have this blind kid out doing things like cutting wood for the fire. But her thing was: He may be blind, but he ain't stupid.
