Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh, God. Oh, God. Laura-Louise McBirney: Oh, shut up with your "Oh, Gods" or we'll kill you, milk or no milk!
[Last lines] Roman Castevet: Rock him. Rosemary Woodhouse: You're trying to get me to be his mother. Roman Castevet: Aren't you his mother? [She starts to hum a lullaby]
Rosemary Woodhouse: I thought you were Victoria Vetri, the actress. Terry Gionoffrio: That's OK. Everybody thinks I'm Victoria. I don't see the resemblance, though.
Roman Castevet: [Terry is dead on the street] I knew this would happen. I kept telling my wife that she would kill herself, but she pooh pooh'd me.
Connor Rooney: I can look after myself. Frank Nitti: No, you can't! This is the point. You're a big baby who doesn't know his thumb from his dick!
Jack Rafferty: Baby doll, I've had me one helluva bad day. I've been beaten up every time I turn around.
[Mrs. Mallory, a passenger, has just given birth] Buck: Hey, Curly, do you think I oughta charge Mrs. Mallory's baby half fare?
Jake Hoyt: This car is not from the motor pool. Alonzo Harris: It's not, sexy though, ain't it? Jake Hoyt: So, where's the office? Back at division? Alonzo Harris: You're in the office, baby.
The first time I had money, I was extravagant, but then you realise it's not just about that. If I lost it all tomorrow, it wouldn't be me that's hurt, it would be my babies. It would be more about people's opinion of me that would concern me.
The disaster in the Gulf was no accident. It was the result of years of oil money buying off politicians to lead to an unregulated and ill focused addiction to oil and drilling. The doomed fate of the local fisherman and the environment were foretold...
Homeland defense doesn't generate any force requirements beyond having enough National Guard to save lives in natural disasters and to baby-sit nuclear power plants on Code Red days.
You couldn't pay me enough to be a law enforcement officer. Their job is a tough job. You have to solve people's problems, you have to baby-sit people, you have to always be doing this cat-and-mouse game with the bad guys. My respect for them is imme...
I suffered from post-natal depression after Rowan was born. I had a healthy, beautiful baby girl and I couldn't look at her. I couldn't hold her, smile at her. All I wanted was to disappear and die.
The Metropole Orchestra is like Count Basie or Duke Ellington with strings... it's strings that swing. Strings that swing like Dizzy Gillespie... keep swinging, baby. And when you have all of that special excellence of the Metropole Orchestra, then y...
I once wrote on my MySpace profile that music is never authentic. It was a reaction to constantly reading the word 'authentic' in connection with bands. But what does that mean? A baby crying after being pushed out of its mother's womb, now that's wh...
Most people go to the office and sit at a desk. When firefighters go to the office, we might birth a baby in the morning, save a drowning surfer in the afternoon, and run into a fire at night. What could be more interesting than that?
Mom takes all the credit for my success. Now Mom says, 'I read your face when you were a baby, and it said you were going to be a star. That's why I named you Ming - because it's all about the sun and the stars and enlightenment.'
Carolyn Burnham: Oh, I see. You think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated here? Lester Burnham: I'm not? Well, then, come on, baby, I'm ready!
Sheila: But what of all those sweet words you spoke in private? Ash: Oh that's just what we call pillow talk, baby, that's all.
Bob Falfa: Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say? Laurie Henderson: Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.
[David discovers the leopard in Susan's bathroom] David Huxley: Susan, you have to get out of this apartment! Susan Vance: I can't, I have a lease.
