Foulfellow: [seeing a poster for Stromboli's puppet show] Well, well, well! Stromboli! So that old rascal's back in town, eh? [to Gideon] Foulfellow: Remember the time I put strings on you and passed you off as a puppet? [laughs] Foulfellow: We nearl...
Louisa von Trapp: I'm Brigitta. Maria: You didn't tell me how old you are... Louisa. Brigitta: I'm Brigitta, she's Louisa. She's thirteen years old, and you're smart! I'm ten, and I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw!
Maybe the conference was an inversion layer of another kind, bringing me face-to-face with old friends and old places. With cancer and the Gap and the Old Man, railing about newfangled players and spicy food. Bringing me face-to-face early with death...
There are three faithful friends, an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.
An old man with a torn sleeve never dishonored anyone.
We can study until old age and still not finish.
Where old age is evil, youth can learn no good.
The old age of an eagle is better than the youth of a sparrow.
The old age of an eagle is better than the youth of the sparrow.
An old man in love is like a flower in winter.
There was this old soccer game called 'Goal' for the old Nintendo, and ever since then, I've played everything from the old school games to the 360.
Trip: Nigger, is you an old man or is you an old woman? I forget.
There are settling girls, and there are unsettling girls. The ones who seem to have it in them to be flyers are the ones who want to snuggle into settling. The ones who look as settled as old housedogs want to twist their way into flying. Necessarily...
If I say I've got two versions of Word - that old one from 1982 that's perfect, with zero defects; or the new one that's got all this cool new stuff, but there might be a few bugs in it - people always want the new one. But I wouldn't want them to op...
Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey, Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every way Thoughts and memories never end but life does one day. Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return, But those old days ...
Lila Crane: Look, that old woman, whoever she is, she told Arbogast something. I want her to tell us the same thing. Sam Loomis: Hold it, you can't go up there. Lila Crane: Why not? Sam Loomis: Bates. Lila Crane: Then, let's find him. One of us can k...
If you wish to succeed, consult three old people.
The life of an old man can be compared with the flame of a candle in a drought.
A young man idle, an old man needy.
The son of an old man is an orphan, and his wife is a widow.
A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing.