Miss Shields: Where's Flick? Has anyone seen Flick? Ralphie as an Adult: [narrating as Ralphie feigns ignorance] Flick? Flick who?
Mikael Blomkvist: Rape, torture, fire, animals, religion. Am I missing anything? Lisbeth Salander: The names. They're all biblical.
Aibileen Clark: Miss Leefolt got so much hairspray on her head, she gonna blow us allup if she light a cigarette.
Sirius Black: It's been 14 years, and still not a day goes by that I don't miss your dad.
Norrington: Gillette, Mr. Sparrow has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I would hate for him to miss it.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Isn't Hutch coming with us? Skipper: Catholics only, Miss. I'm afraid that we're bound by these prejudices. Rosemary Woodhouse: I understand.
Ichabod Crane: [from trailer] Excuse me, miss, I am not used to... Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Female company?
Paratrooper Mandelsohn: We missed our drop zone by about 20 miles, ended up way over by Bumville or some damn place.
Miss Rose: The building attached to the ground in which the body lies is no longer used for CHRISTIAN worship, so whether it is still a CHURCHYARD is debatable.
When we were trying to get the money for Driving Miss Daisy, everyone kept saying no one could direct it well enough to entertain an audience for 100 minutes essentially watching three people chatting in the kitchen.
Any acceleration constitutes progress, Miss Glory. Nature had no understanding of the modern rate of work. From a technical standpoint the whole of childhood is pure nonsense. Simply wasted time. An untenable waste of time.
When I look back on my childhood, I think of that short time in Beirut. I know that seeing the city collapse around me forced me to grasp something many people miss: the fragility of peace.
I don't like political poetry, and I don't write it. If this question was pointing towards that, I think it is missing the point of the American tradition, which is always apolitical, even when the poetry comes out of politically active writers.
I had ordered long legs, but they never arrived. My eyes are weird too, one is gray and the other is green. I have a crooked smile and my nose looks like a ski slope. No, I would not win a Miss contest.
People miss those who they love. It brings tears to my eyes to see the longing for me. But it's my decision to do fewer films and more protagonist-based roles. For me to take up something, it has to make a lot of sense to me.
I love being recognized, I love people liking me, I love the fact that people scream when I go out. I think I'll miss all that when it's taken away.
For the first five years of music and first five years of acting, I don't remember it because I was running to where I was going. Finally I was like, 'Man, I missed everything.' So I just stopped, and I started looking around.
I start really missing London when I go away. I have a little flat, but very central. I live above a pub and you'd think it'd be a nightmare, but I like hearing the music and it's quite comforting.
Well, more than me saying to the rest of the country music industry there is not enough traditional country music - that is not necessarily the statement in truth. I think more so that I, me, missed it more than anything else.
Four men are missing; R., Sorel and two emigrants. They set out this morning after buffalo, and have not yet made their appearance; whether killed or lost, we cannot tell.
Women who have had no lovers, or having had one, two or three, have not found a husband, have perhaps rather had a miss than a loss, as men go.
