Dilios: "Goodbye my love." He doesn't say it. There's no room for softness... not in Sparta. No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans. Only the hard, only the strong.
Kaneda: [the light that remains from the explosion of Neo-Tokyo falls into Kaneda's hands] Tetsuo... Kei: Kaneda, what is it? Kaneda: Thank You. Kei: Huh? Kaneda: You called for me, didn't you? And I heard you.
Ripley: This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo out of the Solomons, registration number 1-8-0-niner-2-4-6-0-niner. Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me? Over.
El Chivo: So how shall we call my dog? Luis Miranda Solares: I don't know, "LostDog"? El Chivo: [sarcastically] You have a good imagination, you must be in advertisement!
Patrick Bateman: Pumpkin, you're dating the biggest dickweed in New York. Pumpkin, you're dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed. Courtney Rawlinson: Patrick, stop calling me pumpkin, OK?
Jack O'Donnell: I am not going to leave him at the airport with six people and his dick in his hand. Tell the Director to call the White House. Do your fucking job!
Landon Butler: They're claiming the embassy was a den of espionage. Hamilton Jordan: We wish it was a fuckin' den of espionage. CI's got three people over there, they don't see a revolution coming? Call it something other than intelligence.
Seth: Are you calling me a blimp, you fucking democrat! Davina Vinyard: You know, when was the last time you were able to see your feet? [Seth gives Davina the finger]
Marty McFly: Calvin? Wh... Why do you keep calling me Calvin? Lorraine Baines: Well, that is your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear.
Mike Shiner: They called me for an interview. I told them the first thing that came into my head. The front cover of the art section for Christ's sake. Riggan: Fuck the art section!
Doc: Marty, you can't go losing your judgment every time someone calls you a name. That's exactly what causes you to get into that accident in the future.
[reading his own gravestone in 1955] Young Doc: "Shot in the back by Buford Tannen, over a matter of eighty dollars." What kind of a future do you call that?
Maj. Warden: I belong to a rather rum group called Force 316. Our headquarters is up in the botanical gardens. Commander Shears: Protecting rare plants from the enemy?
Walter Sobchak: Call the medics, Dude. I'd go myself but I'm pumping blood. Might pass out. Rest easy, good buddy, you're doing fine. We got help choppering in.
[Bullitt and Delgetti have searched the luggage of Dorothy Simmons and her boyfriend] Delgetti: No passports, no tickets. Bullitt: Call Immigration in Chicago, have them wire Rennick's passport application, I'll get a fingerprint check on Ross.
Ray: Do you think this is good? Ken: Do I think what's good? Ray: You know, going around in a boat, looking at stuff? Ken: Yes, I do. It's called sight-seeing.
Taxi Driver: If you can use me again sometime, call this number. Philip Marlowe: Day and night? Taxi Driver: Uh, night's better. I work during the day.
Automated call centers are only the most obvious way speech recognition will be used. The software is now becoming sophisticated enough to identify speakers through 'voiceprints,' akin to fingerprints, eventually reducing the need for personal identi...
Big companies, which spend tens of billions of dollars annually on 'call centers' to take orders and provide customer support, increasingly rely on speech recognition not just to handle requests for information but to process customer orders.
I worked with people I admire; Josh Lucas, who I'd worked with many many years ago on a pilot called The Class of 61 and Kurt Russell, and so there were a variety of different people that I enjoyed working with.
You can call me the bad boy chef all you want. I'm not going to freak out about it. I'm not that bad. I'm certainly not a boy, and it's been a while since I've been a chef.
