I feel like some of my baby fat is going away, and that's not just physically, it's psychologically. I think that your body is in tune with your mind and your spirituality and your heart. If things are going better, I just think you look better.
Is the ash in trees, babies, flowers, and visions of God better than the visions themselves? Then you think, none of this is tangible or concrete. So you have another cigarette and think about the (not one) but many ghosts you keep tucked away, under...
Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a machine, an instrument, a bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant, an encyclopaedia, an ideal or an obscenity; the one thing he won't accept her as ...
Juno MacGuff: You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods. You know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events.
Every batch of sperm represents an opportunity for genetic typos - called de novo mutations - to be passed on. A 20-year-old man and woman will each pass on about 20 de novo mutations to a baby they conceive. By the time the couple is 40, a woman's t...
Theodore Faron: I can't really remember when I last had any hope, and I certainly can't remember when anyone else did either. Because really, since women stopped being able to have babies, what's left to hope for?
Prosecutor: Chicolini, when were you born? Chicolini: I don't-a remember. I was just a little baby. Prosecutor: Isn't it true you tried to sell Freedonia's secret war code and plans? Chicolini: Sure, I sold a code and two pair of plans.
Diego: Well, I've a message for Soto. Tell him, I'm bringing the baby. And tell him I'm bringing... a mammoth. Zeke: A *mammoth*? Lenny: Mammoths never travel alone. Diego: Well, this one does. And I'm leading him to Half Peak.
Frankie Dunn: [to Maggie] All right. I'm gonna disconnect your air machine, then you're gonna go to sleep. Then I'll give you a shot, and you'll... stay asleep. Mo cuishle means "My darling, my blood."
Frankie Dunn: You forgot the rule. Now, what is the rule? Maggie Fitzgerald: Keep my left up? Frankie Dunn: Is to protect yourself at all times. Now, what is the rule? Maggie Fitzgerald: Protect myself at all times. Frankie Dunn: Good. Good.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Some people say the most important thing a fighter can have is heart. Frankie'd say: show me a fighter who was nothing but heart and I'll show you a man waiting for a beating.
Maggie Fitzgerald: I seen you looking at me. Frankie Dunn: Yeah, out of pity. Maggie Fitzgerald: Don't you say that. Don't you say that if it ain't true. I want a trainer. I don't want charity, and I don't want favours.
Maggie Fitzgerald: [first meeting] Mr. Dunn? Frankie Dunn: Hmm. I owe you money? Maggie Fitzgerald: No sir. Frankie Dunn: I know your mama? Maggie Fitzgerald: Don't rightly know, sir. Frankie Dunn: Then what is it you want?
Ellen Griswold: Gee Cath looks like you really got your hands full. Catherine: Oh, it's not so bad. Eddie says after the baby comes, I can quit one of my night jobs.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Long Tall Sally, she built sweet, she got everything, that Uncle John need. Aw baby, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun.
Roman Castevet: I think we're offending Rosemary... Rosemary Woodhouse: I wasn't offended, really I wasn't. Roman Castevet: You're not religious, my dear, are you? Rosemary Woodhouse: I was brought up a Catholic... now, I don't know.
Dr. Abe Sapirstein: Come with us quietly, Rosemary. Don't argue or make a scene. Because if you say anything more about witches or witchcraft, we're gonna be forced to take you to a mental hospital. You don't want that, do you?
Bob Morton: How does he eat? Roosevelt: His digestive system is extremely simple. This processor dispenses a rudimentary paste that sustains his organic systems. Johnson: [Roosevelt dispenses the paste into a cup and hands it to Johnson] Tastes like ...
Tyrone: [about the TV] Shit, this muthafucka's startin' to look a little seedy, man. Harry: What's the matter, you particular all the sudden? Tyrone: Hey, baby, I don't care if the motherfucker's growing hair just so long as we get our bread.
Remy: [observing what Emile is eating] What are you eating? Emile: [pause] I don't really know. I think it was some sort of wrapper once. Remy: What? No! You're in Paris now, baby! My town! No brother of mine eats rejecta-menta in my town!
Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.
