If your Birthday is on Christmas day and you're not Jesus, you should start telling people your birthday is on June 9 or something. Just read up on the traits of a Gemini. Suddenly you're a multitasker who loves the color yellow. Because not only do ...
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
Bud White: Merry Christmas. Lynn Bracken: Merry Christmas to you, officer. Bud White: That obvious, huh? Lynn Bracken: It's practically stamped on your forehead.
[Merry gives Pippin a tobacco pouch at their parting] Pippin: The last of the Longbottom leaf? Merry: I know you've run out. You smoke too much, Pip.
Ebenezer Scrooge: I do not make merry at Christmas... Fred: That is certainly true. Ebenezer Scrooge: And I cannot afford to make other people merry. Fred: That is certainly *not* true!
[last lines] John McClane: Merry Christmas, Argyle. Argyle: Merry Christmas. Richard Thornburg: [to the camera] Did ya get that? Argyle: [Argyle shuts the limo door] If this is their idea of Christmas, I *gotta* be here for New Year's.
Aragorn: For Frodo. [He charges out towards the remaining army of Morder alone. Merry and Pippin raise their swords and yell then charge. The rest of the soldiers do the same and soon overtake Merry and Pippin]
Merry: Why are there so few of you, when you live so long? Are there Ent children? Treebeard: [Sadly] Burarum. There have been no Entlings for a terrible long count of years. Merry: Why is that? Treebeard: We lost the Entwives. Pippin: Oh, I'm sorry....
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair." Douglas MacArthur
Merry: Excuse me? I have a sword. Please accept it. [kneels] Merry: I offer you my service, Theoden King. Theoden: [raises him to his feet] And gladly, I accept it. You shall be Meriadoc, Esquire of Rohan.
Treebeard: We have just agreed... [Merry and Pippin lean in] Merry: Yes? Treebeard: I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not Orcs. Pippin: Well, that's good news.
Treebeard: We Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always done. Merry: How can that be your decision? Treebeard: This is not our war. Merry: But you're part of this world, aren't you?... You must help... please.
From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.
Write, drink and be merry!
A merry heart doeth good like medicine.
Life - with or without softener- is hard
When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.
A merry companion is as good as a wagon.
When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. ...
Aragorn: Gentlemen! We do not stop 'til nightfall. Pippin: But what about breakfast? Aragorn: You've already had it. Pippin: We've had one, yes. But what about second breakfast? [Aragorn stares at him, then walks off.] Merry: Don't think he knows abo...
I wish Merry was here," he heard himself saying, and quick thoughts raced through his mind, even as he watched the enemy come charging to the assault. "Well, well, now at any rate I understand poor Denethor a little better. We might die together, Mer...
