[West Indian Archie gives Malcolm his first gun] West Indian Archie: Now you're outfitted. You ready to tackle the streets? Malcolm X: Yeah, I'm ready. Let them come.
Tina's Mom: [On seeing Tina's torn nightgown] Tina, you either gotta cut your fingernails or ya gotta stop that kind of dreaming. One or the other.
Nancy: [looking in the mirror] This is just a dream, this isn't real. This is just a dream, he isn't real. He isn't... Nancy: [Freddy smashes through the mirror and grabs her]
Nancy: [after seeing that the house is now fully secured] Mother! What's with the bars? Marge: Security. Nancy: Security? Security from what? Marge: Not from what, from whom.
Nancy: Maybe I should just pick up that bottle and veg out with you; ignore everything going on around me by getting good and loaded. Marge: [Smacks Nancy]
Young Allie: [Noah is about to lie down in the street intersection] You're gonna get hit. Young Noah: [Looks around for oncoming cars, there aren't any in sight] Uhh, by all the cars?
Mrs. Lovett: We could have a life we two, maybe not like you remember. Maybe not like I imagined. But we could get by.
Beggar Woman: [singing about Todd and Mrs. Lovett's incinerator] Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil! City on fire!
Mrs. Lovett: We could have a life, us two. Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by.
I was picked up on a London street by a model agent. She took me to her office and then sent me to Paris to work in shows. It was supposed to be two weeks, but I ended up living there with my Zimbabwean boyfriend. I made enough money modeling and act...
I think that my regrets mostly have to do with my relationship with my ex-girlfriend. Every once in a while, you get those flashback memories of conversations you had with your exes, and you just, like, wince when you're walking down the street. Some...
I understand the Second Amendment. I respect the Second Amendment. I think we need to use common sense tools to keep the American people safe, to keep our streets safe.
There are just some really beautiful people in the world. When you're walking down the street, or you're at a restaurant, someone catches your eye because they have their own look. It goes way beyond what they're wearing - into their mannerisms, the ...
'Society's Child' was a real hard record to start with. That's all you want is for you to put your first record out and have people screaming at you in the streets. But it taught me right away that what I was doing was valuable and important.
My job requires me to put on a little dress and run around the streets of New York in heels. But I also had the financial means to hire a yoga teacher to come to my house while my sitter watched the newborn. For 95 percent of the world, that's not re...
I'd play music on the street, especially in developing nations where a lot of kids couldn't wear shoes. In order to relate with kids that would be following me barefoot, I would take off my shoes, and they would all laugh at me because I couldn't go ...
For me, let's keep jazz as folk music. Let's not make jazz classical music. Let's keep it as street music, as people's everyday-life music. Let's see jazz musicians continue to use the materials, the tools, the spirit of the actual time that they're ...
I had this temp receptionist job in New York, and I kind of hated it, and in the morning I would come out of the subway and just walk along the New York streets with all these people around me and kind of sing to myself. Like, 'She's gonna make it!'
Declining to go to church with my parents in the morning, I would ostentatiously set out for the Monist Society in the afternoon, down an obscure street which it seemed a little improper to be walking on, as everything was closed for Sunday, upstairs...
In terms of style I typically veer toward a certain masculinity. My style inspirations range from images of my father in his 1970s suits, to Tilda Swinton, to Hugh Hefner, to Sharon Stone and her ferocious sexuality, to handsome men I see on the stre...
I grew up watching old black and white movies where Marlene Dietrich or Jean Harlow would go walking down some cobblestone street in ripped stockings and head into some smoky boite and sing for a pathetic living. That's so what I wanted to be.
