Marshal Weathers: They're probably just running late, Mr. Butterfield. Butterfield: Pinkertons don't run late. That's why they're paid eighteen dollars a day.
C.C. Baxter: Mrs. MacDougall, I think it is only fair to warn you that you are now alone with a notorious sexpot. Margie MacDougall: No kidding.
Mrs. Sheldrake: What is it, Jeff? Who's on the phone? J.D. Sheldrake: One of our employees had an accident. I don't know why they bother me with these things on Christmas day.
Guard: Hello, can I speak to Mr Hawkins, please? John Chambers: I'm sorry he's out of the country on a Location Scout, can I take a message? Guard: [Hangs up]
Howard Hughes: I read in the magazines that you play golf. Katharine Hepburn: On occasion... Howard Hughes: How 'bout nine holes? Katharine Hepburn: *Now*, Mr. Hughes?
Bruce Wayne: I thought the point of solitary confinement was the solitary part. Henri Ducard: These men have mistaken you for a criminal, Mr. Wayne...
Atto: You shouldn't have come here. This is a civil war. This is our war, not yours. General Garrison: 300,000 dead and counting. That's not a war Mr. Atto. That's genocide.
George: [to the boxing class] I'm going to let Mrs. Wilkinson use the bottom end of the boxing hall for her ballet lessons. So no hanky-panky, understood?
Dr. Lester: Hello, Mr. Juarez. Craig Schwartz: Dr. Lester, My name is Craig Schwartz, a small mixup with your secretary... Dr. Lester: [into intercom] Security!
Mr. Helpmann: We're fielding all their strokes, running a lot of them out, and pretty consistently knocking them for six. I'd say they're nearly out of the game.
Mr. Helpmann: Jill? Yes... Sam I think I ought to tell you. I'm afraid she's upped stumps and retired to the pavillion. Thrown in the towel.
[Sam is arguing with his mother while Jaffe tries to perform cosmetic surgery on her] Dr. Lewis Jaffe: Mr. Lowry, can you wait in reception? You're giving her wrinkles.
Lyle: [after the farting] How 'bout some more beans, Mr. Taggart? Taggart: [fans his hat in the air] I'd say you've had enough!
Jane Austen, who is said to be Shakespearian, never reminds us of Shakespeare, I think, in her full-dress portraits, but she does so in characters such as Miss Bates and Mrs. Allen.
Mrs. Obama has a hug - a sincere and friendly embrace - that has become familiar to countless supporters from coast to coast. And when she talks to you, she focuses all her calm attention on your face.
I'm not afraid to swing the bat. If they elect to pitch to me, I'm going to swing. I'm not as picky as Mr. Sheffield. I'll swing at something over my head.
Now, most dentist's chairs go up and down, don't they? The one I was in went back and forwards. I thought 'This is unusual'. And the dentist said to me 'Mr Vine, get out of the filing cabinet.
It is hard for one who has not had a similar experience to imagine the terror that still gripped Taeko and Mrs. Tamaki and Hiroshi, so intense a terror that afterwards it seemed almost funny.
Amnesty is the magnet. Other magnets that you mentioned are anchor babies who get benefits in this country and employer deductions for employees, even if they are here illegally, which Mr. King is addressing.
Shall I confess it, Mr. Hartright? I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise.
Books have always been among my most trusted of friends, Mr. Linden replied. The best of them allow the mind to wander wherever the author's musings lead.
