That is what I like about you, Mr. Dashwood," she said. "You are so decisive. It saves me the bother of thinking for myself." "That is what I like about you, Mrs. Dashwood," he said. "You are so sarcastic. It saves me the trouble of trying to be tact...
Is being burnt a requisite for the making of art? Personally, I don't think it is. But art is poultice for a burn. It is a privilege to have, somewhere within you, a capacity for making something speak from your own seared experience.
I was the outsider in Fernhall House, but they were all outsiders really. Outside society. Outside time. You hear people say that those in asylums and care facilities are out of their minds. But in truth their minds are often the one thing they are o...
Jack shook his head. 'Books. What is it with women and books? My sisters were the same. They were always buying books for boys they fancied.' Ellie bent down and picked up the stone and put it on the table. 'It's like sending a love letter without ha...
Little Mr. Bowley, who had rooms in the Albany and was sealed with wax over the deeper sources of life but could be unsealed suddenly, inappropriately, sentimentally, by this sort of thing––poor women waiting to see the Queen go past––poor wo...
Do you ever go out there when it's like this?" she said softly. "When it's almost dark and there's no one else in the water?" "I do. It's nice being alone out there." "It doesn't make you feel lonely?" "The ocean is a great companion.
I am very fussy; I am very detailed; I nag a lot. So in a sense, I am like Mr. Ping. I am temperamental, I am emotional, I'm fussy, and I'm very exact. And I want people to not fail; I want them to execute - all those things Mr. Ping wants in other p...
Mrs. Marcus: Sylvester! Sylvester Marcus: Mama! Mrs. Marcus: Why couldn't you listen? Why couldn't you shut up when I was trying to tell you to listen? J. Algernon Hawthorne: Have a care, that chap's run absolutely amok!
John Keating: O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain ...
Calvin Candie: How long was he lose? Mr. Stonesipher: About, a day. Just the other night. Calvin Candie: How far he get off of the property? Mr. Stonesipher: About twenty miles off the prop. Pretty far considering that limp he's got though. Calvin Ca...
Mrs. Treves: I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Merrick. John Merrick: I'm very pleased... [John begins to cry] Dr. Frederick Treves: What is it, John? What's the matter? John Merrick: It's just that I-I'm not used to being treated so well by a beauti...
Mr. X: Mary usually does the carving but tonight since you are our guest, you could do it, Henry. Henry Spencer: Of course. I'd be glad to. So I just, uh... I just cut them up like regular chickens? Mr. X: Sure, just cut them up like regular chickens...
Mickey Mouse: [Pulling on Stokowski's coat] Mr. Stokowski! Mr. Stokowski! [Mickey whistles to get Stokowski's attention] Mickey Mouse: My congratulations, sir! Leopold Stokowski: [shaking hands with Mickey] Congratulations to you, Mickey! Mickey Mous...
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: A word with you, Mr. Barrie, before you go. We'll only be a few minutes. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Boys, why don't you go and play in the garden, go on. Michael Llewelyn Davies: Is he in trouble? Because I've been alone with Grand...
Clerk at Mint Hotel: Mr. Duke! Mr. Duke! Raoul Duke: Oh fuck. Clerk at Mint Hotel: We've been looking for you. Raoul Duke: [Narrating] The game was up. They had me. Raoul Duke: Many fine books have been written in prison. Clerk at Mint Hotel: Sir?
Kinnoch: With respect, Mr. Gandhi, without British administration, this country would be reduced to chaos. Gandhi: Mr. Kinnoch, I beg you to accept that there is no people on Earth who would not prefer their own bad government to the good government ...
TV host: Now doctor, no trace of his identity has been found in the national records, nothing about his past! Dr. Feldheim: We don't know who Mr. Nobody is, neither does he. Our patient's memories are confused. But it is not unusual at a certain stag...
[On the alibi for Gerry Conlon and Paul Hill] Appeal Prosecutor: My Lord, this is new evidence. Appeal Judge: It is shocking new evidence. Appeal Prosecutor: My lord, this evidence was not submitted at the trial that is under appeal. Appeal Judge: Th...
Grace: Whoever took the curtains wants to kill my children. Mrs. Mills: Now, why do you think the daylight would kill them? Grace: Are you mad? I already told you my children are photosensitive. THE LIGHT WILL KILL THEM! Mrs. Mills: Yes, but that was...
Norrington: Good work, Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive. Mr. Brown: Just doing my civic duty, sir. Norrington: Well, I trust it you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow *almost* escaped. Take...
Mr. Bennet: I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you... but it apppears I am overruled. So, I heartily give my consent. Elizabeth Bennet: [kissing and hugging him] Thank you. Mr. Bennet: I could not have parted with you, my Lizzy, to anyone less ...
