Old Sophie: I wonder what Howl disguised himself as? Surely not a crow. Can't be a pigeon, he's too flamboyant for that. [a glider plane with a giggling young woman and her lover flies overhead] Old Sophie: That could be him.
[the old lady tries to thank him for everything, but Bob shushes her] Bob: [shouts loudly] I'm sorry ma'am, I know you're upset. [very softly] Bob: Pretend to be upset. [old lady starts sobbing very convincingly]
Llewelyn Moss: If I don't come back, tell mother I love her. Carla Jean Moss: Your mother's dead, Llewelyn. Llewelyn Moss: Well then I'll tell her myself.
Wendell: [referring to the dead bodies in the desert] How come you reckon the coyotes ain't been at them? Ed Tom Bell: I don't know. Supposedly, a coyote won't eat a Mexican.
Ed Tom Bell: How many of those things you got now? Ellis: Cats? Several. Well, depends what you mean by got. Some are half-wild, and some are just outlaws.
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, I'm going to bring you something, alright. I decided to make you a special project of mine. You ain't going have to come looking for me at all. [Moss hangs up the phone]
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: What in the hell happened back there? Hoban 'Wash' Washburn: Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a 90-pound girl 'cause... I don't think that's ever getting old.
I started, actually, in journalism when I was - well. I started at the 'New York Times' when I was 18 years old, actually, but really got into journalism when I was 15 years old and had started a sports magazine which was trying to become a national ...
We're living in a whole new social and economic order with a whole new set of problems and challenges. Old assumptions and old programs don't work in this new society and the more we try to stretch them to make them fit, the more we will be seen as r...
I'm into old-time music; I'm not very interested in modern, popular music at all. And if I'm really into some particular old-time musician, some fiddler or banjo player, I'm always dying of curiosity to see what they look like. So there's some connec...
I'm really into old school music when hip-hop first came out with Common, A Tribe Called Quest, Queen Latifah, MC Lyte, and Run DMC. I'm really into that! Hip-hop these days isn't the same and doesn't have the same sound anymore. I'd rather listen to...
Luckily, I discovered ice skating when I was eight and a half years old. There were two wonderful ponds within walking distance of my house. After all the physical activity the summer provided, I craved movement in the cold of winter. I had no skates...
[last lines] Mortimer Brewster: No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha! Chaaaaarrrge! [he runs off across the cemetary] Cab Driver: And I'm not a cab driver, I'm a coffee pot!
Aunt Martha: For a gallon of elderberry wine, I take one teaspoon full of arsenic, then add half a teaspoon full of strychnine, and then just a pinch of cyanide. Mortimer Brewster: Hmm. Should have quite a kick.
Teddy Brewster: [showing Einstein a photo] This is the picture I was telling you about, General. Here we are, both of us. President Roosevelt and General Goethals. That's me, General, and that's you. Dr. Einstein: My how I've changed.
[Mortimer has just been talking to his aunts but was interrupted by the phone ringing. He now hangs it up] Mortimer Brewster: Now, where was I? Twelve... *TWELVE*? [He runs back to talk to his aunts again]
Jonathan Brewster: We're moving the car behind the house. You'd better get to bed. Martha Brewster: The car is alright where it is until morning. Jonathan Brewster: I don't want to leave it in the street. That might be against the law.
Jonathan Brewster: [threatening Mortimer] If you tell O'Hara what's in the window seat, I'll tell him what's in the cellar. Mortimer Brewster: Cellar? Jonathan Brewster: There's an elderly gentleman down there who seems to be very dead.
Martha Brewster: [Mortimer is about to leave, but has Mr. Witherspoon's hat on] Hmm! Hmm! Mortimer Brewster: What, hmm hmm? Martha Brewster: The hat! Mortimer Brewster: [Notices hat and throws it on the ground] Argh! [slams door]
I want to play a role of a 24-year-old woman, not 17-year-old girls. So I have picked a couple of films like 'Butter' to show that. And it's perfectly fine not to do anything for a year if I don't find the right thing.
At noon, on the Fourth of July, 1826, while the Liberty Bell was again sounding its old message to the people of Philadelphia, the soul of Thomas Jefferson passed on; and a few hours later John Adams entered into rest, with the name of his old friend...
