What was she dreaming about, Mrs. Ramsay wondered, seeing her engrossed, as she stood there, with some thought of her own, so that she had to repeat the message twice––ask Mildred if Andrew, Miss Doyle, and Mr. Rayley have come back?––The wor...
And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. "Do you mind?" Where's Chiron!" I shouted. How rude." M...
What would you do if you could fly?" Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. "Is that on the quiz?" I ask, grinning as I type. "I think we've studied just about everything else." Mrs. V chuckles. "I'd be scared to let go," I type. "Afraid you...
Felicity," Mrs. Featherington interurupted, "why don't you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?" For the life of him, Colin couldn't imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa's watercolors), but he nonetheless turned to the yo...
We want them to see their home planet," Mrs. Whatsit said. The Medium lost the delighted smile she had worn till then. "Oh, why must you make me look at unpleasant things when there are so many delightful ones to see?" Again Mrs. Which's voice reverb...
Mr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots,” Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. “Perhaps you could learn from their example.” “Perhaps,” said Will. “But I doubt it.” Sophie scowled, and star...
For some reason she found that Allan Harrington's attitude of absolute detachment made the whole affair seem much easier for her. And when Mrs. Harrington slipped a solitaire diamond into her hand as she went, instead of disliking it she enjoyed its ...
What is he to learn? To imitate? Or to avoid? When your friends the bees worry themselves about their sovereign, and become perfectly distracted touching the slightest monarchical movement, are we men to learn the greatness of Tuft-hunting, or the li...
The teacher took two long strides and stood beside Parker’s desk. Before the boy could speak, Mr. Earl threw the desktop open. For a second, he stared into it. A white glow reflected off his face. “What is this?” he said, as he reached toward t...
Mrs. Marcus: You're overlooking one little thing. J. Russell Finch: Yeah, one little thing. Ding Bell: What little thing? J. Russell Finch: Yeah, what little thing? Mrs. Marcus: We can all count, can't we? There were 8 of us there. J. Russell Finch: ...
Flirting Executive: Hello Mrs. Rothstein, how are you? [kisses her hand] Flirting Executive: You're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, you're a lucky man Mr. Rothstein. Ace Rothstein: [hesitant] Thank you, thanks for that compliment. Ace ...
Mr. Parker: You filty sicken hook-aid! Oh, smelly wok buster! Grout shell fratten house stickle fifer! You bladder puss nut grafter! Dorton hoper... Ralphie as Adult: What happened next was a family controversy for years. Mr. Parker: You wart mundane...
Mrs. Teasdale: As chairwoman of the reception committee, I extend the wishes of every man, woman, and child of Freedonia. Rufus T. Firefly: Never mind that stuff. [He takes out a deck of cards] Rufus T. Firefly: Take a card. Mrs. Teasdale: [as she ta...
Dr. King Schultz: Anything else about Mr. Candie I should know about before I meet him? Leonide Moguy: Yes, he is a bit of a francophile. Well, what civilized people aren't? And he prefers "Monsieur Candie" to "Mr. Candie". Dr. King Schultz: Si c'est...
Ash: [points to a sign Agnes carries] What's that stand for? Agnes: Huh? It's for, uh, it's for pep... pep. Ash: It's a K. Coach Skip: [runs into frame, grabs a bottle from the cooler; to players] Come on, now! Look alive! [to score-keeper] Coach Ski...
Jeffrey Pelt: Mr. Ambassador, you have nearly a hundred naval vessels operating in the North Atlantic right now. Your aircraft has dropped enough sonar buoys so that a man could walk from Greenland to Iceland to Scotland without getting his feet wet....
Elastigirl: This is the right hangar, but I don't see any jets. Mr. Incredible: A jet's not fast enough. Elastigirl: What's faster than a jet? Dash: Hey, how about a rocket? Elastigirl: Great. I can't fly a rocket. Violet: You don't have to. Use the ...
Syndrome: You, sir, truly are Mr. Incredible. You know, I was right to idolize you? I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, MAN! I'm still geeking out about it! [sigh] Syndrome: And then yo...
[Boo, in disguise, walks up to Mr. Waternoose] Henry J. Waternoose: Well hello, little one. Where did you come from? Sulley: Mr. Waternoose. Henry J. Waternoose: Ah, James. Is this one yours? Sulley: Ah, actually that's my uh, cousin's sister's daugh...
Receptionist at 'Singapore Daily': [picks up phone] Hello, Singapore Daily. [into phone] Receptionist at 'Singapore Daily': Hold on. [turns to room] Receptionist at 'Singapore Daily': Mr. Chow, call for you. Chow Mo-wan: [hurriedly arrives to pick up...
Neo: Yeah. That sounds like a really good deal. But I got a better one. How about... I give you the finger... and you give me my phone call? Agent Smith: Mr. Anderson... you disappoint me. Neo: You can't scare me with this Gestapo crap. I know my rig...
