I dunno." She sat on the bench and hugged the robe like a pillow. "I still think that Brett guy is cute." "Good luck getting him away from Bekka." Cleo gathered her silky black hair into a high pony and pink-dabbed Smith's Rosebud Salve on her lips. ...
At the high school a pretty girl strolled across the parking lot to her black stallion, let her cigarette dangle from her lips while she put on her helmet, adjusted her goggles. Throwing a slender white leg over the side she jacked her little backsid...
Walter Burns: [on the phone] Well Butch, where are you?... Well, what are you doing there? Haven't you even started?... Listen, it's a matter of life and death!... Well, you can't stop for a dame now! I don't care if you've been after her for six yea...
Joey LaMotta: She ain't the kind of girl you just fuck and forget about, this girl. Jake La Motta: Joey, how many times I gotta tell ya? Why're you always cursin' when I'm talkin' to you? Don't do it around me. Do it around your friends. Joey LaMotta...
Pong had mutated into large stand-up Sega consoles by '82 and here was some extra revenue the guys were well up for. So the space on the left of the entrance was to be the games room. Until two weeks to opening. "Where's the cloakroom?" "The what?" "...
Call no man lucky until he is dead, but there have been moment of rare satisfaction in the often random and fragmented life of the radical freelance scribbler. I have lived to see Ronald Reagan called “a useful idiot for Kremlin propaganda” by hi...
Brandon Shaw: Determined to get drunk, aren't you? Phillip Morgan: I am drunk. Brandon Shaw: And just as childish as you were before when you called me a liar. Phillip Morgan: You had no business telling that story. Brandon Shaw: Why did you lie anyw...
Remy: I can't believe it. A real gourmet kitchen, and I get to watch. Gusteau: You've read my book. Let us see how much you know, huh? Which one is the chef? Remy: Uh... Oh, that guy. Gusteau: Very good. Who is next in command? Remy: The sous chef......
Doyle: You know what, by God? Linda: What? Doyle: I know what I oughta do tonight. Linda: Please don't. Doyle: Mmm-hmm. I'm gonna call up Morris and have him get the band together. We're gonna have a party. Party our asses off. I'd love to show them ...
We're young. We’re supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We were designed to party. We owe it to ourselves to party hard. We owe it to each other. This is it. This is our time. So a few o...
But germs are the most common snowflake starters and lie at the heart of 85 percent of all flakes.2 So next time you gaze at a lovely snowstorm, inform your favorite germophobe or hypochondriac that living bacteria sit shivering in most of those unto...
...we're wedged tight into the accident of our moment in history.
Obviously life was a mean girl, and she was its bitch.
Girls like well-built boys. Women love well-paid men.
Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.
You picked the wrong girl to dominate, Dracula.
The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.
All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.
When I was a girl the books I read were by men.
Be careful. He uses that line on all the girls.
Being laughed at is excellent preparation for marriage.
