Karen: So what's this big news, then? Daisy: [excited] We've been given our parts in the nativity play. And I'm the lobster. Karen: The lobster? Daisy: Yeah! Karen: In the nativity play? Daisy: [beaming] Yeah, *first* lobster. Karen: There was more t...
Jamie MacDonald: See that fax? Michael Rodgers: Yes. Jamie MacDonald: That is your career. And I think it might be fucked, but let's just check. Yeah, yeah, it's pretty fucked. Now, I hope you can play the spoons, because you're too old to go back to...
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg: Hey, Noodles, get a load of this... Hey, scotch heating! Philip 'Cockeye' Stein: Yeah, a buck a cup. Noodles: A buck a cup? Max: Yeah! Noodles: How much's it cost us? Max: Costing us? A dime, including overhead!
Derek Smalls: We're lucky. David St. Hubbins: Yeah. Derek Smalls: I mean, people should be envying us, you know. David St. Hubbins: I envy us. Derek Smalls: Yeah. David St. Hubbins: I do. Derek Smalls: Me too.
Wiseman: When you removed the book from the cradle, did you speak the words? Ash: Yeah, basically. Wiseman: Did you speak the exact words? Ash: Look, maybe I didn't say every single little tiny syllable, no. But basically I said them, yeah.
Celine: One night I heard some noise on my fire excape, so I called 911. And the cops came eventually... Jesse: Yeah like three hours later. Celine: [laughing] Yeah, after I had been raped and killed about 10 times.
Lily: I don't think we ever officially met. I'm Lily. Nina: Hi, Nina. Lily: Yes, our new swan queen! You must be so excited. Are you freaking out? Nina: [chuckles] Yeah. Lily: Yeah, it's okay. I would be losing my mind.
Williamson: Where are you going? Ricky Roma: To the restaurant. What do you fucking care? Williamson: Aren't you going out today? Ricky Roma: With what? John. With what? Answer me! They stole the Glengarry leads, they stole Rio Rancho. Williamson: I ...
Yeah, my family is of Indian heritage.
Oh, Hank," Susan whispered, "their wings are furry." "Oh, James," Harriet whispered, "their hands are kind.
Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.
Oh God, I’ve unleashed a monster, haven’t I?” “Nope. Just a red-blooded man, darlin’.
Oh! I killed Bunbury this afternoon... I mean poor Bunbury died this afternoon. What did he die of? Bunbury? Oh, he was exploded!
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
I hear a really good pop song every now and then. 'ROAR' by Katy Perry, I love that! 'Poker Face'... Oh! What a song! And 'Rolling in the Deep'... Oh!
Republicans traditionally say, 'oh, we'll cut domestic spending, but we won't touch the military.' The liberals - the ones who are good - will say, 'oh, we'll cut the military, but we won't cut domestic spending.'
The thing I hate most is false modesty. The artists who are, like, 'Oh, you know, I'm really not that good. Oh, I can't believe I'm here.' I find it vaguely sinister, even.
I started writing diaries, and mine were horrible. Oh, the monotony. Oh, the angst. I said, 'I don't want anyone to find these!' I destroyed them.
Mrs. Kendal: Why, Mr. Merrick, you're not an elephant man at all. John Merrick: Oh no? Mrs. Kendal: Oh no... no... you're a Romeo.
Veronica Quaife: I'm pregnant. Stathis Borans: [dismissive] Oh, no. [reality kicking in] Stathis Borans: Oh, no. Veronica Quaife: I'm pregnant with Seth's baby.
