I'm from Holland, and I'm used to rain.
Reggie Lampert: Which one are you? Peter Joshua: A truthful white-foot. Reggie Lampert: Come in. Sit down. Peter Joshua: Why, do you want to look at my feet? Reggie Lampert: Yes. [sits on his lap]
Denarian Saal: Peter Quill, this is Denarian Saal. For the record, I advised them against trusting you. Peter Quill: [to Gamora] They got my dick message. Denarian Saal: Prove me wrong!
[last lines] Peter Quill: What should we do next: Something good, something bad? Bit of both? Gamora: We'll follow your lead, Star-Lord. Peter Quill: A bit of both!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Janine, someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a top-flight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries. [phone rings] Dr. Peter Venkman: You gonna answer that?
Dr Ray Stantz: Wow. I got to get some sleep, I'm dying. Dr. Peter Venkman: You don't look so good. Dr Ray Stantz: No? Dr. Peter Venkman: No. You look better.
[Dana is possessed] Dr. Peter Venkman: I make it a rule never to get involved with possessed people. [Dana starts passionately making out with him] Dr. Peter Venkman: Actually, it's more of a guideline than a rule...
Peter Gibbons: Um, the 7-Eleven, right? You take a penny from the tray. Joanna: From the crippled children? Peter Gibbons: No, that's the jar. I'm talking about the tray, the pennies for everybody.
Peter Gibbons: Lawrence, you awake? Lawrence: Yeah. Peter Gibbons: You wanna come over? Lawrence: No, thanks, man. I don't want you fucking up my life, too.
Peter Gibbons: So you guys are gonna fire Mike and Samir, and you're gonna give *me* more money? Bob Porter: [nods] Uh-huh. Peter Gibbons: Wow.
Sarah Connor: You're a doctor? Dr. Peter Silberman: [yawning] Criminal psychologist. Sarah Connor: Is Reese crazy? Dr. Peter Silberman: Well, that's what we're gonna find out. [clicks his pen]
For it would be only for a time. Until what he knew and thought became no longer relevant or necessary and was forgotten. But that was the same with all of us. We were only what we were for a time, at that time. Then our own silver began to mix with ...
Francine Parker: They're still here. Stephen: They're after us. They know we're still in here. Peter: They're after the place. They don't know why; they just remember. Remember that they want to be in here. Francine Parker: What the hell are they? Pe...
Lawrence: Doesn't that chick look like Anne? Peter Gibbons: Yeah, a little bit... Lawrence: Hey, she hasn't been over here in a while. You two still goin' out? Peter Gibbons: Yeah. I guess... I don't know. Sometimes I get the feeling like she's cheat...
Lord Peter Wimsey: Facts, Bunter, must have facts. When I was a small boy, I always hated facts. Thought they were nasty, hard things, all nobs. Mervyn Bunter: Yes, my lord. My old mother always used to say... Lord Peter Wimsey: Your mother, Bunter? ...
Computers get better faster than anything else ever.
You could tell that America was gearing up for war.
Personally, I say, "Out of the frying pan and into the deadly pit filled with sharks who are wielding chainsaws with killer kittens stapled to them." However, that one's having a rough time catching on.
Two things I learned a long time ago, Cate: Don't hold a grudge longer than it takes to work your way through a pan of brownies all by yourself, and don't begrudge someone an apology if they deserve it.
I want to make the choice that gives an accurate impression of who I am; and who I am is someone who wants to be ethical, evolved, yet not at all an oil pan for the machinations of the morally corrupt.
A shaft of sweetness shoots through me from top to toe when the sun rises; I shoulder my gun in silent exaltation.
