Mike Shiner: Does she speak? Sam: She does. Yeah, she can sit, stay, and roll over if you have any treats.
Fred Jung: Money isn't real, George. It doesn't matter. It only seems like it does. Young George: Are you gonna tell Mom that? Fred Jung: Yeah, that's gonna be a tricky one.
Jim: Look at my hand. [raises hand and holds it level] Bart: Steady as a rock. Jim: [raises his other hand, which is violently trembling] Yeah, but I shoot with this one.
Scott Donlan: I'm thrown overboard. Anchors aweigh. Stefan Vanderhoof: The Man who knew too much. Scott Donlan: Yeah, well there it is, the man who knew too much!
When I look at our roster, I'm sure all of you have printed that I'm coming up on 35, and given my situation and my salary structure and all that, yeah, I have to wonder if this team is going to make moves and they haven't.
Yeah, but you need an experienced radio veteran who is a liberal advocate. And there just hadn't been any radio that did that. And so they weren't trained - they had developed all these bad habits of being objective and balanced and stuff like that.
ripped. I got a glance at his abs when he picked up the woman’s things. Yeah, I looked up his shirt. What of it? Plenty of men have looked up my skirt. Consider it karma. ~Julia
Oh-ho, so you are a witch. More like a witchling, as you're too small to be a full witch.” (Emmerich)
Oh, those grumblers! They all take principles as motives and dare not follow their desires.
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade.
Oh, how magical it will be to have winter come every year.
Oh no, was I to be one of those girls who gets attacked by a jealous girlfriend?
...perhaps in actions I'm less of a man - but, oh the words - such lovely words...
Oh, how hard it is to part with power! This one has to understand.
marmalade? Oh dear, I call that very feeble.
Oh, Sir, don't you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?
At the age of 31, I realized, 'Oh my God, I may die like everyone else.'
My, oh my, how 'Sometimes When We Touch' has travelled since I solemnly wrote my first version at the age of 19.
Oh, my dating skills are the worst. No, I pick the wrong men; it's amazing. I am awful, the worst dater.
Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade
Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.
