I don't think I suffered with depression, I don't think I'm a depressed type of person - I just think I suffered a depression to do with snooker, and I just couldn't handle it. I could go out and play, but take me out of there and I couldn't do life....
Jack Skellington: [singing] My dearest friend, if you don't mind... I'd like to join you by your side. Where we can gaze into the stars... Jack Skellington, Sally: And sit together, now and forever. For it is plain, as anyone can see. We're simply m...
Jack Skellington: And one more thing... [stops Barrel from leaving] Jack Skellington: leave that no-account Oogie-Boogie out of this! Barrel: Whatever you say, Jack. Shock: Of course, Jack. Lock: Wouldn't dream of it, Jack. [a view from behind reveal...
Clown: [singing] [looking at a present Jack brought] Clown: It's a bat! Man Under the Stairs: [singing] Will it bend? Clown: [singing] It's a rat! Man Under the Stairs: [singing] Will it break? Undersea Gal: [singing] Perhaps it's the head that I've ...
Jack Skellington: We pick up an oversized sock, and hang it like this on the wall... Mr. Hyde: Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot? Smaller Mr. Hyde: Let me see, let me look. Smallest Mr. Hyde: Is it rotted and covered with gook?
Lock, Shock, Barrel: Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws? Lock: I wanna do it. Barrel: Let's draw straws! Shock: Jack said we should work together. Barrel: Three of a kind. Lock: Birds of a feather. Lock, Shock, Barrel: Now and forever!
Marge: Nancy? Nancy: What, Mother? Marge: Don't fall asleep in there. You could drown, you know. Nancy: Oh, for Pete's sakes. Marge: It happens all the time. I've heated up some warm milk for you, honey. Nancy: Warm milk? Gross.
Nancy: [At the sleep clinic] I don't see why you can't just give me a pill to keep me from dreaming. Dr. King: Everybody's got to dream, young girl. If you don't dream... [Pointing to his head] Dr. King: Ya go.
Packing is always a nightmare.
Of course, the machinery was also operating on similar frequencies to the TARDIS, so there's a possibility that she had a hand in it somewhere...' 'The TARDIS...' Rose looked at him quizzically. 'Yeah, well, she does like to...interfere sometimes.' '...
Perhaps the prayer that is offered when the time for praying is over is more terribly pathetic than any other. Yet one might hesitate to say that this prayer was unanswered. ("The Undying Thing")
The nightmare was shaped like a goddess - a beauty with a body curved to incite reckless sinning. She wore an angry pout that he knew would burn his mouth. She had hair like snow and eyes as cold and fathomless as the deepest reaches of space. How li...
Santa: [from in the bag] Me on vacation? On Christmas Eve? Barrel: Where are we taking him? Shock: Where? Lock: To Oogie Boogie, of course. There's no where in the whole world more comfortable than *that*. And Jack *said* to make him comfortable, did...
Oogie Boogie Man: Oh, the sound of rolling dice to me is music in the air, / 'cause I'm a gambling Boogie Man, although I don't play fair. / It's much more fun, I must confess, with lives on the line. / Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy, / now,...
[attempting to push Santa down the pipe] Shock: I think he might be too big! [she tries again, he groans] Lock: No, he's not! If he can go down a chimney... he can fit... [shoves] Lock: down... [shoves again] Lock: ...here! [Santa slides down the pip...
Police officer: Attention. Attention, citizens. Terrible news. There is still no sign of Santa Claus. Although the imposter has been shut down. It looks like Christmas will have to be cancelled this year. I repeat: The imposter has been shot down, bu...
Nancy: [talking on the phone with her dad] Hi, daddy. I know what happened. [appealing to Glen] Donald: I haven't been upstairs yet. Nancy: Yeah, but you know he's dead, right? Donald: Yeah, apparently he's dead. Nancy: Listen, Daddy, I've got a prop...
A nightmare is two bassists on stage.
My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.
The baronet, in his old age, had been cast up by his vices on the shores of melancholy; heavy-eyed, grey-haired, bent, he seemed to pass through life as in a dream. ("The Undying Thing")
Even sleep offered no respite from my mental disorders. There was Nightmare Disorder, which is diagnosed when the sufferer dreams of being "pursued or declared a failure." All my nightmares involve someone chasing me down the street while yelling, "Y...
