Cogsworth: [shakes Lumiere's hand in truce] Well, Lumiere, old friend. Shall we let bygones be bygones? Lumiere: Of course, mon ami. I told you she would break the spell! Cogsworth: I beg your pardon, old friend, but I believe *I* told *you*. Lumiere...
Senior Ed Bloom: People needn't worry so much. It's not my time yet. This is not how I go. Will Bloom: Really? Senior Ed Bloom: Truly. I saw it in the eye. Will Bloom: The old lady by the swamp? Senior Ed Bloom: She was a *witch*. Will Bloom: No, she...
Marty McFly: 'Cubs win world series... against Miami'? Old Terry: Yeah, it's something, huh? Who would've thought? 100 to 1 shot! I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season, put some money on the Cubs. Marty McFly: I just meant that Miami-...
They waited awhile before lighting the candles; the gloom allowed the past to slip cozily into the present. But the memories were of a time that was gone and didn't overshadow the present. But the memories were vivid, and they made the freinds feel b...
It's a pretty good little old place after all, and I have little time for the gloomers who are eternally shrieking that this old mud ball is rolling to the bow wows. I am satisfied to take my chances with this one, thank you, and not worry about the ...
Villanelle for my valentine Old love, I thought I'd never see the time because of all we've done and often said when I'd be yours, my dear, and you'd be mine. And what relief to soften, and resign the battle of the heart over the head. old love, I th...
It always has been and always will be the same. The old folk of our grandfathers' young days sang a song bearing exactly the same burden; and the young folk of to-day will drone out precisely similar nonsense for the aggravation of the next generatio...
Bobby Buell: Brock! Brock! There's a satellite call for you. Brock Lovett: Bobby, we're launching now. See these submersibles going into the water? [motions to the subs] Bobby Buell: Trust me, buddy, you wanna take this call. [nods seriously as Bobby...
My honey child, them housing projects Cannot contain her multitudes A sunbeam, hard upon her Just a fly strugglin’ through her braid loops Watch me prove to ‘em I’m more than nothin’ But a ragamuffin with homesick eyes Yes, when it gets to be...
I can read. A little. I kind of protested it in School(TM). On the grounds that the silent 'E' is stupid.
I went to the Performing Arts School and studied classical ballet. That attitude is something that's put into your head. You are never thin enough.
I was kicked out of school because of my attitude. I was not assimilating. So I went to work, taking any jobs I could get.
I was always made to work at a very early age. I finished school at 4 P.M. and by 5 P.M. I was working. It was seven days a week.
I can remember being very keen to go to drama school at the age of eight, and practising ballet in my bedroom to Queen soundtracks.
My mother was 45 when she had me, so when I was in high school my parents were the same age as my friends' grandparents.
If you ever have a kid who doesn't know what to do, stick him in art school. It's amazing what evolves.
I never studied sculpture, engineering or architecture. In fact, after college I applied to seven art schools and was rejected by all seven.
I was an actor as a kid in Boston. Then I went to art school with Brice Marden, the Massachusetts College of Art. So the hybrid of being an actor and artist is a director.
I'd love to go to art school. I'd love to learn how to draw. I'd love to be fluent in Spanish. I'd like to be a brain surgeon.
Education is my next big thing. When music and art were taken out of the schools, I went berserk!
I went to art school, I think it helped me a great deal because it taught me who I am.
