Nice Guy Eddie: Ain't that a sad sight, Daddy, the man walks in the prison a white man, walks out talkin' like a fuckin' nigger. You know what, I think it's all that black semen been pumped up your ass so far, now it's backed into your fuckin brain, ...
Little John: [as Sir Reginald] Ah, milord, the esteemed royal sovereign of the realm. The head man himself. You're beautiful. Prince John: Such savoir faire eclat elan, Hiss. Little John: You took the words right out of my mouth, P.J. Prince John: [A...
Carl Fredricksen: [after throwing both a ball and chocolate into the jungle to get rid of Dug and Kevin, Carl runs with his house for a considerable distance] There. We should've gone enough. We should be rid of them now. [looks to his left and sees ...
Jake: Now, look, you. Them pheasants are for his pot. These eels are for my pot. Now, what makes you think I should give you something for your pot? Withnail: What pot? Marwood: Our cooking pot. Jake: Ah, he knows. Hey, give us a wheeze on that fag. ...
Miss Plimsoll: Shall we roll up the window, Sir Wilfrid? Sir Wilfrid: Just roll up your mouth, you talk too much. If I'd known how much you talk I'd never have come out of my coma. This thing weighs a ton. [He tosses toward Plimsoll a robe he is unde...
George: You can sit around with the gin running out of your mouth; you can humiliate me; you can tear me to pieces all night, that's perfectly okay, that's all right. Martha: You can stand it! George: I cannot stand it! Martha: You can stand it, you ...
Carolyn Burnham: Lester I refuse to live like this! This is not a marriage! Lester Burnham: This hasn't been a marriage, for years, but you were happy as long as I kept my mouth shut. Well guess what, I've changed! And the new me whacks off when he f...
[still discussing how David can kill himself in order to lift the curse] Harry Berman: A gun is good. Judith Browns: You just put the gun to your forehead and pull the trigger. Gerald Bringsley: If you put it in your mouth, then you'd be sure not to ...
Constanze Mozart: No. I'm not going to marry you. You're a fiend! Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: [speaking backwards] Ooy vol I tub. Ooy vol I tub! Constanze Mozart: Tub, but. I. Vol, love... But I love you? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: [nods, mouths] I love y...
Ariel: It's alright, Dad. Mam's breathing's okay. Johnny: [trying to fix the air conditioner, it's a boiling summer day] Is it okay, Sarah? Sarah: [smiles reassuringly at Johnny, fanning herself] Ariel: It's the lemon drops; they're magic! You take o...
Real Toby: [looking at jellybeans on a tray] I think one might be lime. One might be like mint. Real Harvey: Well, what's the difference between this and this? Real Toby: One's cherry, one's cinnamon. Real Harvey: You can tell that by just looking at...
When you write a story, don't just write it - live it; When putting words into the mouth of a protagonist (or any character) imagine yourself saying them and while writing about the reaction of the listener, write it the way you would react. Let the ...
A shadow of disillusionment crossed her face at the thought that Aaron had not matured after all this while. He was still the loud-mouthed, uncouth ruffian she had remembered him to be while she, on the other hand, had changed. She was no longer that...
Led Zeppelin! I clapped my hand over my mouth. This big, strong man, wearing a muscle shirt and cargo pants, sang rock songs to a toddler in the middle of the night. I was so toast. Game over. And it was doubly terrifying, considering I had no idea h...
Love is blind. sometimes so myopic eyes to see which ones need to be sacrificed which ones to be saved. romance was deaf, ears sometimes so faint to hear where is counsel where is incitement Passion was mute, sometimes mouth can not speak. let alone ...
If there is one thing I can say without a doubt, it is that tragedy can make great music. Every single song I have ever written has been born of tragedy and heartache, and being able to make something beautiful out of pain is powerful. When you open ...
Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scen...
You must be excessively hungry, Mr. Merritt,” she said graciously. Mademoiselle would have been so proud of her. “Perhaps you are not a morning person?” He smiled, finally bringing his devastating sky blue morning gaze fully upon her face. “I...
A kiss-goodnight Can last for hours Moaning into your mouth Licking the sweetness Of my lips Biting softly Holding on To the taste of yours Never wanting To let go Asking you To kiss me forever Asking the goodnight-kiss To become A kiss-good-morning ...
Fucking hell,” he whispered, closing his eyes. The pain in his face mirrored the deep ache in her bones. He lifted her hand to his mouth and traced his lips slowly across her palm. With incredible gentleness, he pulled her arm toward him and presse...
I am not your sexless friend. I’m not your damn brother. I’m not your gay friend. And I sure as hell not am not thinking about anything right now except that your hands feel really good against my skin. So I’m going to kiss you, and you’re go...
