I can't stand going out to one more dinner with some Mrs. So-and-So who might leave a million dollars to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra when she dies.
Conservatives, please. Let's not duplicate the manias of the Left as we figure out how to deal with Mr. Obama. He is not exactly the anti-Christ, although a disturbing number of people on the Right are convinced he is.
I'm very close to suggesting that Mr. Pitt has now served as long as he can usefully do so. He seems to take his foot out of his mouth only for purposes of changing feet.
I was disappointed not to be able to interview Mr. Clinton. I met him two years ago. I was looking forward to talking with him about issues from Africa to terrorism.
Given that Mr. Kerry is clearly exaggerating what happened to minority voters in the 2000 election in Florida, maybe we should wait for him to provide evidence of what he is alleging in 2004.
Dear Mrs. Black: On seven prior occasions this company has denied your claim in writing. We now deny it for the eighth and final time. You must be stupid, stupid stupid, stupid!
At that moment Mr. Clifford, quite unconscious that he and his most personal feelings and aspirations were subjects of discussion, was turning from the main road into the lower road.
Mrs. Marcus: [Referring to her son, Sylvester] Exactly like your father! A big stupid muscle-headed moron!
We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.
[after being surrounded by Klingons in a starship simulator] Saavik: Any suggestions, Admiral? Kirk: Prayer, Mr. Saavik. The Klingons don't take prisoners.
Roden: Sphingid ceratonia, maybe. [cuts open cocoon] Roden: Agent Starling, meet Mr. Acherontia styx. Pilcher: Weird. Roden: Better known to his friends as the Death's-head moth.
In '38, this time I did a job for Mr. Stryker. I went on his payroll at about half the salary I was getting before, to cover what he called Harvest in Ohio.
My mother was born in your state, Mr. Walter, and my mother was a Quaker, and my ancestors in the time of Washington baked bread for George Washington's troops when they crossed the Delaware, and my own father was a slave.
I see a trend here where the President seems to think his job is to count votes and then try to make a deal That's what we in legislatures do. Mr. Obama's job is to travel the country, fight for the values that he cares about.
Mrs. Maple: Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?
Mrs. Maple: [at piano] It's not about how well you play, it's how you feel about what you play.
Jerry Thompson: He made an awful lot of money. Mr. Bernstein: Well, it's no trick to make a lot of money... if what you want to do is make a lot of money.
Reporter: Mr. Kane, how did you find business conditions in Europe? Charles Foster Kane: How did I find business conditions in Europe? With great difficulty.
Charles Foster Kane: I don't know how to run a newspaper, Mr. Thatcher; I just try everything I can think of.
Roy Neary: I wanna speak to the man in charge. David Laughlin: Mr. Lacombe is the highest authority. Roy Neary: He isn't even an American.
Old Mr.: [referring to Shug] She black as tar, nappy-headed, got legs like baseball bats, and I hear she got that nasty women's disease.
