FBI Agent: Mrs. Curtis, did you hear me? It's your husband's life, or your case of Wonka bars. Mrs. Curtis: [after a brief pause] How long will they give me to think it over?
Mrs. Gloop: What a disgusting, dirty river! Mr. Salt: Industrial waste, that. You've ruined your watershed Wonka: it's polluted. Willy Wonka: It's chocolate. Veruca Salt: That's chocolate? Charlie Bucket: That's chocolate!
Teddy Brewster: [Mr. Witherspoon has just met Teddy and Teddy pulls Mortimer aside] Is he trying to move into the White House before I've moved out? Mortimer Brewster: Who? Teddy Brewster: [points to Mr. Witherspoon] Taft!
He felt like hearing Mrs. Grogan’s prayer again, and so he went to the girls’ division a little early for his usual delivery of Jane Eyre. He eavesdropped in the hall on Mrs. Grogan’s prayer; he thought, then wondered if it would confuse the bo...
In between bites of banana, Mr. Remora would tell stories, and the children would write the stories down in notebooks, and every so often there would be a test. The stories were very short, and there were a whole lot of them on every conceivable subj...
[Jeannie enters Mr. Rooney's office] Grace: Hello, Jeannie. Who's bothering you now? Jeannie: Is Mr. Rooney in? Grace: No, I'm sorry. He's not. May I help you? Jeannie: I seriously doubt it. When's he back? Grace: Well, I don't know. He's left the sc...
Mr. Ping: Noodles? You were really dreaming about noodles? Po: Yeah. What else would I be dreaming about? [hands a customer a bowl of soup with a throwing star in it] Po: Oh, careful, that soup is... sharp. Mr. Ping: Oh, happy day! My son finally hav...
General Allenby: What about your Arab friends? What about them? T.E. Lawrence: I have no Arab friends. I don't want Arab friends ! General Allenby: What in Hell do you want, Lawrence? T.E. Lawrence: I told you! I just want my ration of common humanit...
General Murray: I may as well tell you, it's my considered opinion and that of my staff that any time spent on the Bedouin will be time wasted.They're a nation of sheep-stealers. Mr. Dryden: They did attack Medina. General Murray: And the Turks made ...
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Southern China? We've never even admitted we sent troops into China. General Hummel: Who is this? Identify yourself! Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: White House Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair, General. General Hummel: ...
Walt Disney: Pam, a man cannot break a promise he's made to his kids, no matter how long it takes for him to make it come true. Now, you kept me dangling all this time. But now, I gotcha. P.L. Travers: Gotcha, indeed! Mr. Disney, if you have "dangled...
Veruca Salt: I wanted to be the first to find a Golden Ticket, Daddy! Mr. Salt: I know, angel. We're doing the best we can. I've got every girl in the place to start hunting for you. Veruca Salt: All right, where is it? Why haven't they found it? Mr....
You know, bicycling isn't just a matter of balance," I said. "it's a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground. I'm going to call that the Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life.
It’s like I’d been walking a tightrope with a big safety net underneath me, but I never really thought about the net until someone took it away. And then every single step scared me to death.
She closed her eyes, not really hearing the rest of what he murmured against her ear. All she knew was that it echoed everything that was in her heart. He was a surprise. Love was a surprise. And a surprise love between friends was the best kind of a...
I feel weird.” Caroline blinked a few times. “Do you feel weird?” Brooks shrugged. “How weird? We’re all dressed like people in a Jane Austen book. I think weird comes with the territory.
When I kissed Brooks, it was like I’d been stun-gunned. But I was still conscious.” Debbie Mae’s eyebrows had gone way up. “Awake but nobody home?” “Well, maybe awake but somebody home with really, really bad judgment.
Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernet...
Negro Slavery is an evil of Colossal magnitude and I am utterly averse to the admission of Slavery into the Missouri Territories.
I was much affected by the internal troubles of the Punch family; I thought that with a little more tact on the part of Mrs. Punch and some restraint held over a temper, naturally violent, by Mr. Punch, a great deal of this sad misunderstanding might...
. . . Mrs. Lambchop sighed and shook her head. "You're at the office all day, having fun," she said. "You don't realize what I go through with the boys. They're very difficult." Kids are like that," Mr. Lambchop said. "Phases. Be patient, dear.
