Michael Corleone: If someone is going around this city saying, "Fuck Michael Corleone," what do we do with a piece of shit like that? He's a fuckin' dog. Joey Zasa: Yes, it's true. If someone were to say such a thing, they would not be a friend. They...
Ron Weasley: How long do you think she'll stay mad at me? Harry Potter: Just keep talking about that little ball of light touching your heart, and she'll come 'round.
[Harry, Ron and Hermione infiltrate the Ministry of Magic disguised as Ministry employees] Yaxley: Cattermole! It's still raining inside my office! Ron Weasley: [trying to disguise his voice] Uh... have you tried an umbrella?
Rufus Scrimgeour: I won't pretend to be your friend, Mr. Potter. But I'm not your enemy. Harry Potter: Forgive me minister, but it's a little hard to tell the difference now-a-days.
Lord Voldemort: Where will he be taken, the boy? Severus Snape: To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I've been told he's been given every mannerr of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.
Harry Potter: [to Snape] How dare you stand where he stood! A man who trusted you Tell them how it happened that night. Tell them how you looked him in the eye, and killed him.
Minerva McGonagall: Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics. Seamus Finnigan: I can bring it down! Minerva McGonagall: That's the spirit, now away you go.
Harry Potter: [spoken sternly to Snape] How dare you stand where he stood, a man who trusted you? Tell them how it happened that night, tell them how you looked him in the eyes and killed him!
Tiffany: I was a big slut, but I'm not anymore. There will always be a part of me that is sloppy and dirty, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself. I can forgive. Can you say the same for yourself, fucker? Can you forgive? Are you c...
I love, love writing about Los Angeles. I love exploring every part of it. And I find, rather than a burden, it's actually one of the most enjoyable parts of the writing process for me. I love everything about L.A. Okay, not the traffic. But I love t...
[Flying above Biff in 1955] Marty McFly: There he is, Doc! Let's land on him, we'll cripple his car. Doc: Marty, he's in a '46 Ford, we're in a DeLorean. He'd rip through us like we were tin foil.
Skinhead: You're coming with us upstairs! Marty McFly: [struggling to get free] Let me go! Match: [grabbing Marty] Sonny, we can do this the *easy* way or the *hard* way! [3-D hits Marty over the head] Miscellaneous voice: The easy way.
Marty McFly: Tell me about my future. I know I make it big, but do I become, like, a rich rock star? Doc: Please Marty. No one should know too much about their destiny.
Doc: Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot. Marty McFly: Or hanged. Doc: What idiot dressed you in that outfit? Marty McFly: You did.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Wake up! Get up! Let's go! I got me a runt to kill. Buford's Gang Member #1: It's still early, boss. What's your hurry? Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: I'm hungry.
[Marty McFly just found a tombstone with Emmett Brown's name] Marty McFly: Doc! Doc! Come here quick! Young Doc: What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost. Marty McFly: You're not far off, Doc.
Marty McFly: You're Mad Dog Tannen! Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Mad Dog? I hate that name. I hate it. You hear? Nobody calls me "Mad Dog", especially not some duded-up, egg-suckin' gutter trash.
Marty McFly: [reading the gravestone of Doc's future self] "Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara." Marty McFly: [he turns to face Doc, inadvertently standing on the grave] Who the hell is Clara? Young Doc: [shouts] Marty, please, don't stan...
Strickland's Deputy: [Buford is pulled out of a manure cart and up to his feet] Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbin' the Pine City Stage! You got anything to say? Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [spits out a chunk of manure] I hate manure.
People who volunteer at the recycling center or soup kitchen through a church or neighborhood group can come to feel part of something 'larger.' Such a sense of belonging calls on a different part of a self than the market calls on. The market calls ...
My life isn’t theories and formulae. It’s part instinct, part common sense. Logic is as good a word as any, and I’ve absorbed what logic I have from everything and everyone… from my mother, from training as a ballet dancer, from Vogue magazin...
