Georg Dreyman: The state office for statistics on Hans-Beimler street counts everything; knows everything: how many pairs of shoes I buy a year: 2.3, how many books I read a year: 3.2 and how many students graduate with perfect marks: 6,347. But ther...
Simon Foster: Come on, Malcolm, he asked me for a personal opinion. Malcolm Tucker: Why didn't you say? He asked you. Fuck, of course, that explains it. If he'd asked you to fucking black up, or to give him your PIN number or to shit yourself, would ...
Yuri Orlov: Even when I was up against an overzealous agent, I had a number of methods for discouraging a search. I routinely mislabeled my shipments "farm machinery." And I have yet to meet the lowly-paid customs official who will open a container m...
Mike: Get out of here. You're ruining everything. Sulley: I went back to get your paperwork and there was a door. Mike: What? A door? Sulley: Randall was in it. Mike: Wait a minute, Randall? That cheater! He's trying to boost his numbers. Sulley: The...
Oogie Boogie Man: Ashes to askes and dust to dust! Ohh... I'm feeling weak - with hunger! One more roll o the dice oughta do it! [places the dice in the skull shaker but recieves a pair of ones] Oogie Boogie Man: WHAT? SNAKE-EYES! [strikes the table ...
Janet: Do you know what I would do if someone did that to me? I would kill him, I wouldn't hesitate. I would stab him 78 times. I would chop off his fingers, slash his throat open, carve numbers in his chest, gouge out his eyes, I swear to God!... Bu...
Macaulay Connor: This is the Bridal Suite. Would you send up a couple of caviar sandwiches and a bottle of beer? Margaret Lord: What? Who is this? Macaulay Connor: This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the s...
P.L. Travers: [reading the script] 'Scene one, exterior, Seventeen Cherry Tree Lane, Day.' Yes, that's good. That can stay. Richard Sherman: That's just a scene heading. P.L. Travers: Though I do think we should say 'Number Seventeen,' instead of jus...
[trying to call the emergency services] Ed: Shaun, what's going on? Shaun: Shit, it's engaged! Ed: How about an ambulance? Shaun: It's engaged, Ed. Ed: A fire engine? Shaun: It's one number, Ed, and it's busy! Okay? What you want a fire engine for, a...
[first lines] 911 Operator: 911 emergency... Ben Thomas: I need an ambulance. 911 Operator: I have you at 9212 West Third Street in Los Angeles. Ben Thomas: That's room number 2. 911 Operator: What's the emergency? Ben Thomas: There's been a suicide....
[Wabash talks about his entry into the US intelligence field] Mr. Wabash: I go even further back than that. Ten years after The Great War, as we used to call it. Before we knew enough to number them. Higgins: You miss that kind of action, sir? Mr. Wa...
BR: People, what is going on out there? I look down this table, all I see are white flags. Our numbers are down all across the board. Teen smoking, our bread and butter, is falling like a shit from heaven! We don't sell Tic Tacs for Christ's sake. We...
Major John Smith: Now, General Carnaby, perhaps you'll be good enough to give us your real name, rank and serial number. [shoots the chair] Gen. George Carnaby: [long pause, then] Cartwright Jones, Corporal, U.S. Army RA 123-025-3964. Major John Smit...
Melvin Belli: Inspector, he sent this letter directly to my residence, since he couldn't get through to me here or on the Dunbar show. Dave Toschi: He tried to contact you here? Melvin Belli: Once, I was out. He spoke with my housekeeper. He didn't l...
Hanbei Kitou: Who are you? You're no samurai. Koyata: So what? Do only samurai matter in this world? I thought samurai would be fun but you bore me. You're useless, even more useless in great numbers. Lord Naritsugu Matsudaira: [stabs him] This man s...
Jesse James: You ever count the stars? I can't ever get the same number, they keep changin' on me. Ed Miller: I don't even know what a star is, exactly... Jesse James: Well, your body knows, it's your mind that forgot.
Station Attendant: Took the header plugs off, eh? Expectin' some action? John Milner: Yeah, I think so. There's some punk lookin' for me. Station Attendant: Why the hell do they bother? You've been number one as long as I can remember. John Milner: Y...
Burton Mercer: [to Trooper Daniel] Hi! Wanna hand me the mike? [Daniel gives him the police radio] Burton Mercer: Thanks a lot. [speaking in radio] Burton Mercer: Hi, this is car um... [to Officer Mount] Burton Mercer: What number are we? Officer Mou...
[Oda has been shot multiple times by Kiriyama in the chest] Toshimori Oda: [laughing] Wow! I survived thanks to my great bullet-proof vest! [hears noise above and behind him and looks] Kazuo Kiriyama: [pulls a samurai sword from its scabbard and leap...
I was downright obnoxious. In second grade, we had some program where we kept a public list of all the books we read. I think it even included the number of pages. In my nerdy mind, having the longest and most impressive list was somehow going to mak...
He smiled against my cheek and kissed me again. "Talking with you would be much more enjoyable than talking with Talia, Lilly." His eyes scanned the floor by my feet. "She's paint by number; you're watercolor." Things like that, moments like those, h...
