Mrs. Mills: [to Anne, who is crying after being punished] No crying now. No crying. Stop that. Here. [uses her apron to wipe away Anne's tears] Mrs. Mills: Look what an awful face you've got when you cry. Anne: [crying] I don't care! Mrs. Mills: Ther...
David Mills: He's fuckin' with us! [Mills bends over a desk] David Mills: See this? This is us.
No mill, no meal.
All's grist that comes to the mill.
[Mrs. Gould is being shown photos of her husband's murder scene] David Mills: Mrs. Gould, I'm truly sorry. I truly am. Mrs. Gould: [sobs as she looks at the photos] I don't understand. David Mills: Okay. I need you to look at each photo very carefull...
The slow horse reaches the mill.
Mills and wives are ever wanting.
The mills of God grind slowly but they grind finely.
In every village there is a path that leads to the mill.
A mill cannot grind with the water that is past.
Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.
Don't judge a book by its cover
The mills of the gods grind slowly but they grind finely.
An empty mill will turn without the wind.
What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!
The corn will bend but it still ends up in the mill.
Mark Swarr: My client says there are two more bodies... two more victims, hidden away. He will take Detectives Mills and Somerset to these bodies, but only Detectives Mills and Somerset, and only at six o'clock today. David Mills: Why us? Mark Swarr:...
I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
Everyone tries to make the water flow to his mill.
Grace: [regarding Lydia] Was she born like that? Mrs. Mills: Beg your pardon, ma'am? Grace: The girl. Was she born a mute? Mrs. Mills: No. [looks uncomfortable] Mrs. Mills: I think I've finished here, ma'am. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and s...
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
