Jeffrey Goines: My father's going to be very upset when he hears about this! And when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES!
James Cole: She's not honey babe, she's a doctor. My psychiatrist. Understand? Charlie the Hotel Clerk: Whatever gets it up for you, Jack.
Dr. Kathryn Railly: You had a bullet from World War I in your leg, James! How did it get there?
A monkey is unaware that atoms exist. Likewise, our brainpower may not stretch to the deepest aspects of reality. The bedrock nature of space and time, and the structure of our entire universe, may remain 'open frontiers' beyond human grasp.
Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer. Leopards, cobras, monkeys, rivers and trees; they all served as my teachers when I lived as a wanderer in the Himalayan foothills.
I wrote the very first stories in science fiction which dealt with homosexuality, The World Well Lost and Affair With a Green Monkey.
During the writing process, I tend not to listen to too much music. I obviously wear a lot of influences on my sleeve, but if I was listening to too many records, I would turn into too much of a monkey.
Genie: Do you mind if I kiss the monkey? [kisses Abu's head then coughs up small ball of fur] Genie: Oh! Hairball.
Photo Journalist: There's mines over there, there's mines over there, and watch out those goddamn monkeys bite, I'll tell ya.
Well, here's the thing with relationships on 'True Blood': Once they happen then you have to throw a monkey-wrench into them, because to have people be happy is not that exciting.
The Destiny of Man is to unite, not to divide. If you keep on dividing you end up as a collection of monkeys throwing nuts at each other out of separate trees.
Harry: She had something, that gal tonight, this quality. You know, like the girl from high school, the one that got away that - you know what I mean? - that haunts you still. Perry: Yeah, I had that. Harry: You did? Perry: Bobby Mills. Harry: Eugh. ...
Nala: Have you guys seen Simba? Timon: I thought he was with you. Nala: He was but now I can't find him. Where is he? [We hear Rafiki's laugh. He's sitting in a tree above them] Rafiki: You won't find him here. The king... has returned. Nala: I can't...
Commercial Art tries to make you buy things. Graphic Design gives you ideas.
Just as no monkey is as good-looking as the ugliest of humans, no academic is worthier than the worst of the creators
This isn't a trunk monkey, is it." Nick "No. It's not. It's a memento from your enemies." Caleb "Yeah, well, at least it makes my heart surgery scar look cooler." Nick
I’m in a secret underground hideout of a group of monster hunters, filled with magical totems, brass monkeys that move and enough firepower to take over a small country.
The political climate is stable, when you keep the ruling animals in a stable. I no longer vote for anything that can’t be ridden by a monkey dressed like a cowboy.
Moreover, I wish to assure you both that I did not make any amorous advances on female monkeys.
Somebody has to tell the E.P.A. that we don't need you monkeying around and fiddling around and getting in our business with every kind of regulation you can dream up. You're doing nothing more than killing jobs. It's a cemetery for jobs at the E.P.A...
I like animal sidekicks. They seem to be a pretty cool trope of post-apocalyptic fiction - just because if you're going to have this lone protagonist, they're going to need someone to talk to. Dogs are overused, and cats are dumb. So that leaves monk...
