I heard Mr. Wild Bill Davis. I heard him play in 1930 and he told me that it would take me fifteen years just to learn the pedals, the pedals of the organ and I got mad.
Do not let the Obama administration fool you with all their cunning Alinsky methods. And if you don't know what that method is, I implore you to get the book 'Rules for Radicals,' by Saul Alinsky. Mr. Obama is very well trained in these methods.
I do not personally agree with some of the positions that Mr. Gonzales has advocated, but that should come as no surprise, because I do not agree with many of the proposals made by the man who nominated him, President Bush.
Just a few questions for you, Mr. Dunne. Or Kenny. Can I call you Kenny? I feel we've become friends in these past few seconds. Can I call you Kenny?
Mrs. Marcus: [holding cactus plant] Well, uh, where shall I put this? J. Russell Finch: [double take] Oh, boy.
Mrs. Marcus: [holding a planter containing several cactus] Well, where should I put this? J. Russell Finch: [scoffing] Oh, boy.
Kirk: Stand by to receive our transmission. [sotto voce] Kirk: Mr. Sulu, lock phasers on target and await my command. Sulu: [sotto voice] Phasers locked.
I was very careful to send Mr. Roosevelt every few days a statement of our casualties. I tried to keep before him all the time the casualty results because you get hardened to these things and you have to be very careful to keep them always in the fo...
[Gittes pretends to seek a nursing home for his father] Jake Gittes: Do you accept people of the Jewish persuasion? Mr. Palmer: I'm sorry, we do not. Jake Gittes: Don't apologize - neither does Dad.
Alex: Excuse me, Mrs. Can you please help? There's been a terrible accident! My friend's in the middle of the road bleeding to death! Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance?
Old Mr.: Boy, you goin' let this ol' nappy-headed girl cuss you out like that? You sittin' at the head of your own dinner table and actin' like the waiter!
Vesper Lynd: Am I going to have a problem with you, Mr. Bond? James Bond: No, don't worry, you're not my type. Vesper Lynd: Smart? James Bond: Single.
Le Chiffre: [trying to keep calm] I'll get the money. Tell them I'll, I'll get the money. Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust. [shoots him]
Ralphie: I want an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle! Mrs. Parker: No, you'll shoot your eye out.
Mrs. Helen Shirley: Yes officer, it seems my husband's been abducted. The man was, was wearing a blue leisure suit. Plates were from Kansas. He was a huge, beastly, bulging man.
PC McIntosh: [the townspeople are discussing the attack on their vegetables] If you ask me, this was arson. Townspeople: [gasp] Mr. Caliche: Arson? PC McIntosh: Yeah, somebody arsin' around! One of you lot!
Selina Kyle: I don't know what you're planning to do with Mr. Wayne's prints, but I'm guessing you'll need his thumb. You don't count so good, huh?
Dalton: [answering phone] Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, just a moment. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton.
Hopkins: [reading his poem] "The cat sat on the mat" John Keating: Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins. You have the first poem to ever have a negative score on the Pritchard scale.
Mr. Wiatt: I was in my room for 2 hours and saw one parent. Where are they? Where is everybody? It's uncanny, no air raid sirens, not bombs. It doesn't happen that way. It starts with a whisper, and then nothing.
Check in Attendant: Mr. Rhod, you are going to have to assume your individual position. DJ Ruby Rhod: I don't want one position, I want all positions!
