Given that I have to share my computer with my three children, it's not usually a site that I get to spend that much time on. I'm usually on the Nickelodeon site, coloring with my little five year old or something.
I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.
As an old creative industry full of cruelty and moral sense, British journalism once flourished on the imperative that people required the truth in order to survive. But people don't require that now. They want sensation and they want it for nothing.
Queenie: [talking to infant] You as ugly as an old pot, but you still a child of God...
Noah Cross: 'Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.
Randal Graves: Dude, I'm pretty sure your old lady wants to get you and me together in a three-way!
Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now to give it the perfect ending was a bit of the old Ludwig van.
Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.
Old Mr.: Celie, you has my sympathy. Ain't many women allow they husband's ho to lay up in they house.
Narrator: Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl.
[first lines] Michael: Hey, watch out, Axel. We'll be calling him old fireballs after tonight. Axel: Fuckin' A. Michael: Not bad.
[while fighting with Batman, Joker knocks him down and raises a knife] The Joker: All the old familiar places...
Edith: Are these beds made out of bombs? Gru: Yes, but they are very old and highly unlikely to blow up. But try not to toss and turn. Edith: Cool!
[Dunbar has found an old skeleton on the prairie] Timmons: I'll bet someone back east is going, "Now why don't he write?"
Zhivago: [to the local commissar after examining an old sickly man] It isn't typhus. It's another disease we don't have in Moscow... starvation.
Ricky: [to Bob, while interviewing for applicants] You're too old, fat man. [to Angel Face] Ricky: And you, you are too fucking... *blonde*!
Private Payback: Joker ain't never been in the shit. He thinks "The Bad Bush" is between old mama-san's legs.
Marlin: [Inside the whale] I have to get out of here! I have to find my son! I have to tell him how old sea turtles are!
[last lines] Young Writer: [sitting in the lobby] It was an enchanting old ruin. But I never managed to see it again.
Alexander Kerner: All this stuff has to go. Are the old curtains in the cellar? Ariane Kerner: You can't be serious.
[last lines] Old Paul Edgecomb: We each owe a death - there are no exceptions - but, oh God, sometimes the Green Mile seems so long.
