I rode horseback three miles each way to get to high school, and in bad weather it was a problem sometimes to make my eight o'clock class on time. Like others, I often missed school to help on the farm, especially in the fall, until after harvest, an...
When you're doing a film, you're on a set and you have retakes and you have time to get it right. And on 'SNL' it's just go, go, go. If you can't read the cue cards or miss your mark, you're just left to sort of screw up. So there's a lot more pressu...
Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more yo...
People are going to think and take things how they're going to take it, and I have no control over that, so it's kind of like biding time until you get your feedback. So, it's like, once the public can consume what you're putting out there, then you ...
Nobody worked harder than Mozart. By the time he was twenty-eight years old, his hands were deformed because of all the hours he had spent practicing, performing, and gripping a quill pen to compose. That's the missing element in the popular portrait...
Mother: Coraline, why don't you visit downstairs? I bet those actresses would love to hear your dream. Coraline Jones: Miss Spink and Forcible? But you said they're dingbats! Mother: [smiling] Mm-hm.
John Robie: Miss Stevens? Frances Stevens: Yes, Mr. Burns? John Robie: You know what I think? Frances Stevens: About what? John Robie: You. Frances Stevens: I don't really care.
Tony Wendice: [to C.A. Swan] By the way does Mrs. Van Dorn know about Mr. Adams or Mr. Wilson and Miss Wallace? You were planning to marry Mrs. Van Dorn, weren't you?
Quincey P. Morris: And may I say that Miss Lucy is hotter than a June bride riding bareback buck naked in the middle of the Sahara! Lord Arthur Holmwood: I would watch my colonial tongue if I were you.
Howard: ...Our files are confidential Mr. Barish so we can't show you any evidence. Suffice it to say, Miss Kruczynski was not happy and she wanted to move on. We provide that possibility.
Sue Lor: Kind of ironic, isn't it? Walt Kowalski: What is? Sue Lor: Thao washing your car after he tried to steal it. Walt Kowalski: And if he misses a spot, he has to do it all over again.
Harold: What were you fighting for? Maude: Oh, big issues. Liberty. Rights. Justice. Kings died, kingdoms fell. I don't regret the kingdoms - what sense in borders and nations and patriotism? But I miss the kings.
Horace Slughorn: What about you, Miss Granger? What do your parents do in the muggle world? Hermione Granger: Ah, my parents are dentists. Horace Slughorn: And is that considered a dangerous profession?
Diego: [examining the ground] You didn't miss them by much. It's still green, they headed north two hours ago. Sid: [mimicking with sticks in his mouth] It's still green, they headed north two hours ago.
Timon: Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with this? [jumps up suddenly] Timon: [yells] Did I miss something?
Kid Blue: [Waving his gun] Know why they call that peashooter of yours blunderbuss? Because it's impossible to hit anything farther than 15 yards. Impossible to miss anything closer. It's a gun for fuck-up turkeys.
Lois Farrow: I guess if it wasn't for Sam, I'd have missed it, whatever it is. I'd have been one of them amity types that thinks that playin' bridge is about the best thing that life has to offer.
Narrator: A year passed: winter changed into spring, spring changed into summer, summer changed back into winter, and winter gave spring and summer a miss and went straight on into autumn... until one day...
The Professor: If I thought there was any chance of changing your mind, I'd talk about Miss Kendall, of whom you so obviously disapprove. Roger Thornhill: Yes, for using sex like some people use a flyswatter.
Glen Lantz: Miss Nude America is going to be on tonight. Mrs. Lantz: How can you hear what she's going to say? Glen Lantz: Who cares what she says?
Don Lockwood: Where'd Miss Selden go? Female dancer: She just grabbed her things and bolted. Anything I can do? Don Lockwood: Sorry, I don't have time to find out.
