Warden: Bridges, you Carlin boys, don't forget your tickets back to my little hotel [throws their guns and gun belts on the ground] Warden: Don't worry, they ain't loaded. Stacey Bridges, Outlaw: What about our horses? We rode in here on three good a...
Butler: [Answering door] Yes? Indiana Jones: [In Scottish accent] Not before time! did you intend to leave us standing on the doorstep all day? we're drenched [sneezes in butler's face] Indiana Jones: Now look, I've gone and caught a sniffle Butler: ...
Frankie Dunn: It wasn't fault. I was wrong to say that. Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: You damn right. I found you a fighter. You made her the best fighter she could be. Frankie Dunn: I killed her. Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Don't say that. Maggie walked thr...
Freddy Eynsford-Hill: [singing] I have often walked down this street before; but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high, knowing I'm on the street where you live... Are there lilac trees in the heart ...
Claire Kane: Oops, excuse me, sweetie. I really like the Wymans, don't you? Stuart Kane: Who? Claire Kane: The doctor and his wife, Marian. Ralph, I think his name. You know, the ones from the concert. Stuart Kane: He seems kind of lofty. You're off ...
Stan Marsh: Dude, dude, wake up! [Kenny does so and gets dressed] Stan Marsh: Kenny, come on! Kenny McCormick: [muffled] Coming! Stan Marsh: Kenny! The new Terrance and Phillip movie is out! You wanna come with me? Kenny McCormick: Yeah, dude! Come o...
Paul: Alonzo, there's two shots left in that other stinger. We need to just kill your boy right now and say Roger got him coming through the door. Alonzo: We ain't killing nobody. This guy's got the magic eye. I can feel it. Just had a little freak-o...
Detective Hal Vukovich: [Traxler comes into the office, spits his gum on the floor, and lights a cigarette while picking up a cup of coffee] That coffee's two hours cold. Lieutenant Ed Traxler: [drinking the coffee] Mm-hmm. Detective Hal Vukovich: I ...
Rorschach: [voiceover] Rorschach's journal, October 13th, 1985. 8:30 PM. Meeting with Dreiberg left bad taste in mouth. A flabby failure who sits whimpering in his basement. Why are so few of us left active, healthy, and without personality disorders...
We have to examine the extent to which we export poverty to other societies. When we decide that we will import products from China that are produced by people earning less than a dollar an hour, and grant their country most-favored-nation status (po...
And you are?” She fluttered her hand over her face and brushed a wisp of light brown hair from her brow. The governor calls me Kitty. It’d probably be best if you did, too.” What an alluring name? It makes me think of a cat with its lips covere...
I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant ti...
Oh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command: for this is thy dominion! But of the loved, revered, and honoured head, thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes, or ...
Shh, kitten,” he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. “Trust me.” His palms curved beneath her breasts, lifting them as his blunt fingertips tweaked her nipples expertly enough to have slickne...
You have a visitor, my lord." I frowned, "What?" "That is why I came in here. You have a visitor waiting for you." I stood up, exasperated. "Why didn't you say so?" Lacuna looked confused. "I did. Just now. You were there." She frowned thoughtfully. ...
Know, child, that the One God—He is so vast that He cannot be moved, else the Universe falls. Nor can He answer, for the very act of opening His Mouth is Movement, indeed the greatest Act of all, for it is the Word. And this is precisely why He has...
I started writing because of a terrible feeling of powerlessness," the novelist Anita Brookner has said. The National Book Award winner Alice McDermott noted that the most difficult thing about becoming a writer was convincing herself that she had an...
Was it all in my head? A Lunar trick?” Her stomach twisted. “No.” She shook her head, fervently. How to explain that she hadn’t had the gift before? That she couldn’t have used it against him? “I would never lie—” The words faded. She...
Well, we spent enough on gymnastics.' 'Christ, did we,' said Maureen. 'So many lessons.' So many lessons, it was true: art and music and ice-skating; Lily's every fleeting interest enthusiastically, abundantly indulged. Not to mention the many more p...
Then she is on me. Her soft, hot body collapses onto my own ravenous frame. She pushes my legs open with her knees and pulls my arms above my head with her hands, holding me a willing hostage. For one long moment we are eye to eye. Her breasts press ...
We were young, she continued, while she had a bad heart. Did we not want to earn our tips, she asked us and, cowed, we refrained from introducing the subject again. Her bad heart, I noticed, did not force her to abstain from smoking, or from eating l...
