[Thranduil's army of Mirkwood Elves arrives in Dale] Bard: My lord Thranduil. We did not look to see you here. Thranduil: I heard you needed aid. [a carriage full of food approaches and the citizens of Lake-town rush to the carriage in relief] Bard: ...
Sam: FRODO! Frodo: I'm here, Sam. Sam: Destroy it! [Frodo holds the ring on its chain over the edge of the pit] Sam: Go on! Now! Throw it in the fire! [Frodo stares at the ring, the ring whispers to him] Sam: What are you waiting for? Just let it go!...
Ursula: [Scuttle hums the wedding march and hears Vanessa singing] What a lovely little bride I'll make / my dear, I look divine / Things are working out according to my ultimate design. [throws pin at angel vanity] Ursula: Soon I'll have that little...
Charley: I'm not goin' to my maker without knowin' your given name. Mine ain't Waite; it's Postelwaite. Charles Travis Postelwaite. What's yours? Sure ain't Boss. [Boss hesitates] Charley: I mean it, Boss. I'm asking you straight up. Boss Spearman: I...
Sean Parker: Your major is French. Amy: And yours? Sean Parker: Mine? I don't have one. Amy: You haven't declared? Sean Parker: I don't go to school. Amy: You're kidding! Sean Parker: No. Amy: Well, where did you go to school? Sean Parker: William Ta...
Douglas Quaid: [an old woman/luggage thief grabs the briefcase left on sidewalk for Quaid] Sorry, Ma'am, but this is mine. Woman in Phone Booth: [struggling with him] I don't see your name on it! Douglas Quaid: Someone lent it to me. [continues to st...
[scoffs as Rose's paintings are being unpacked] Cal Hockley: God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money. Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like bei...
Juror #10: Oh, listen, I don't see what all this stuff about the knife has got to do with anything. Somebody saw the kid stab his father, what more do we need? You guys can talk the ears right off my head, you know what I mean? I got three garages of...
McKenzie: Hey, don't you have like 20 cards to write by Friday? Tom: Nope, all done. McKenzie: Really? Well, could you help me with mine? Because I'm running out of ways to say "Congratulations". So far, I've got: "Congrats", "Good job" and "Well don...
Marcy: I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the b...
Willard: [voice-over] I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I ...
Riggan: The last time I flew here from LA, George Clooney was sitting two seats in front of me. With those cuff links, and that... ridiculous chin. We ended up flying through this really bad storm. The plane started to rattle and shake, and everyone ...
Biff Tannen: Hold on one second. Let's get this straight. Marty is *your* kid, not mine. And all the money in the world wouldn't do jack shit for that lazy bum! Lorraine Baines: Stop it, Biff, just stop it! Biff Tannen: Look at him. He's a butthead j...
Jesse: In the months leading up to my wedding, I was thinking about you all the time. I mean, even on my way there; I'm in the car, a buddy of mine is driving me downtown and I'm staring out the window, and I think I see you, not far from the church,...
Don’t worry, due’ane,” He murmured lowly....“Who’s Dewey Anne.” I asked him, voice gruff. He was so familiar, this Bracken, but so strange, naked next to me. I could touch him, I realized with wonder. I could run my hands from his flank t...
Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has mo...
I know now that the poem in my head, the one that pushed me to the page, begged me - or dared me to be born is almost never the poem that comes out. I suppose it’s like anything born of/with free will and the will to live: once I’ve given the see...
He used to annoy me with sophistry that we all chose our destiny. Then one day I told him that that’s great when fate offers you a nice set of destinies to choose from, but when you find yourself choosing between risking being raped, tortured and k...
Closer Even when your hand Already lies in mine Get closer. My heart Skips a beat Every time our eyes meet Just for a second Deep sound Your voice Echoes your every word Under my skin Devil Or God I pray You're my religion In you I trust Timeless And...
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, ...
Before I could flinch, he planted his warm lips against mine, wrapping his arms around my waist. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I thought about putting them in his hair, stopping inches away from his head. I thought about putting them around...