Ringo Kid: Look, Miss Dallas. You got no folks... neither have I. And, well, maybe I'm takin' a lot for granted, but... I watched you with that baby - that other woman's baby. You looked... well, well I still got a ranch across the border. There's a ...
Higgins: I'm sorry. Joe Turner: You're sorry? You're sorry. Oh, I get it. I get it. You expect me to draw fire, like one of those penny arcade bears that parades back and forth waiting for somebody, somebody very good just to take another shot, and y...
[after getting thrown out of Falcone's restaurant, Bruce takes out his wallet, removes the cash, and throws the wallet into a drum fire. He then offers the cash to a homeless man] Homeless Man: For what? Bruce Wayne: Your jacket. Homeless Man: Okay. ...
We were women in transition, raised in one era and coming of age in another, very different time...here we were, entering the workplace in the 1960s questioning--and often rejecting--many of the values we had been taught. We were the polite, perfecti...
It makes Brooke feel strange in her stomach. It is like the feeling when she reads a book like the one about the man with the bomb, or thinks a sentence, just any old sentence like: the girl ran across the park, and unless you add the describing word...
Used to be he was my heart's desire. His forthright gaze, his expert hands: I'd lie on the couch with my eyes closed just thinking about it. Never about the fact that everything changes, that even this, my best passion, would not be immune. No, I wou...
On my bedside table is a snow globe with a winterscape inside. Church, park bench, girl standing shin-deep in snow. Tip the snow globe over and a blizzard of slow snow falls over church and bench and girl. What is it about snow globes that makes them...
A woman will always be my best friend. I’ll never have a best friend who is a man. It just doesn’t work that way. So many times young girls will be like, ‘I’m a guy’s girl.’ And I’m like, ‘No, you’re not. There’s no way a man can ...
Patrick: You know that girl we did last week? The one with the potatoes. Stan: That girl? Yeah, that's this guy's girl. Patrick: Yeah. Stan: Right... Was. Took care of that. Patrick: Well uh, I kind of fell in love with her that night. Stan: What? Yo...
She's the one who sits in the back of the classroom. The one who never raises her hand. The one who might be the smartest girl you'll ever know. But ever time she speaks some one speaks their opinion before her. She's the one who cries herself to sle...
It's nice to be pushed, when you're being pushed in the right direction.
Living is suffering, Billy. Now give your mom a nice big hug.
It's nice because success has allowed me to have a blast on stage, to be in the studio with amazing people, but I find it all a bit bizarre.
Well, go on then, Abby; run along and let the nice man compromise you.
I hate when you have to smile for me.. so nice if you'd do that spontaneously.
Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.
You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.
Nice. I like a little desperation in a guy. It builds character.
Silence often speaks louder than words. To be heard is nice to be understood is divine.
Something else? That's the nice way of saying they're bat-shit crazy.
There's something about wearing clothes that your great-grandmother might have thought were nice that makes you look older.
