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.
Fast Eddie: You sure don't leave much when you miss, do you, Fats? Minnesota Fats: That's what the game's all about
Tristan: Miss Finncannon. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you and Ugly here find every happiness together.
Lisa: I'll call you from Detroit, baby. Pita: You're going to miss Mexican Halloween. The day of the dead. Samuel: You enjoy it for us, Pita.
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.
Aogaeru: Welcome the rich man, he's hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there's plenty there to kiss!
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.
Don Lockwood: Are you doing anything tonight, Miss Lamont? [she shakes her head "no"] Don Lockwood: Well's that's funny - *I'm* busy.
Marianne: Good morning, Fanny. Fanny: Good morning, Miss Marianne. Marianne: How did you find the silver? Was it all genuine?
Verbal: It was Keyser Soze, Agent Kujan. I mean the Devil himself. How do you shoot the Devil in the back? What if you miss?
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.
[Miss Plimsoll discovers cigars hidden in Sir Wilfrid's cane] Sir Wilfrid: You could be jailed for that. You had no search warrant for my cane!
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.
