Young Charlie: Your picking us as an average family kind of gave me a funny feeling. Jack Graham: What kind of a funny feeling? Young Charlie: Oh, I don't know. I guess I don't like to be an average girl in an average family. Jack Graham: Average fam...
Seth: Alright, let's stop this and just go get some dessert. Evan: No, I can't. I gotta... go meet my counselor, I'm picking out my classes for next year. Seth: ...what? So I gotta sit here and eat my dessert alone like I'm fuckin' Steven Glansberg? ...
John Connor: Where are we going? The Terminator: We have to get out of the city immediately and avoid the authorities. John Connor: Listen, I need to stop my my house. I want to pick up some stuff before we leave. The Terminator: Negative. The T-1000...
Willy Wonka: [In the Wonkavator] Faster, faster; if we don't pick up enough speed, we'll never get through! Charlie Bucket: Get through what? Willy Wonka: Aha! Grandpa Joe: You mean we're going...? Willy Wonka: Up and out! Grandpa Joe: But this roof ...
[Bongo catches Eddie spying on Jessica] Bongo: What do you think you're doing, chump? Eddie Valiant: Who are you callin' a chump, chimp? [Picks up Eddie and carries him to the backstage door] Bongo: GRRRR! [Throws Eddie into the garbage] Eddie Valian...
Rorschach: I heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Life seems harsh, and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says: "Treatment is simple. The great clown - Pagliacci - is in town. Go see him. That should pic...
Celine: Tell him to pick you up at Quai Henri Quatre. Jesse: Oh, shit. K-kay... Celine: Henri Quatre. Quai... Jesse: K-k-k... Celine: Henri Quatre. Jesse: [laughing] On... Celine: What's wrong with you? No, do you want be to - Henri Quatre. Jesse: He...
She hadn’t been Rachel that night. She was evidence, a body of things to be picked and probed at, pictured and asked about, recorded and quoted. I want my life back. The voice was faint inside her own mind. She could hear the plaintive, almost desp...
For those of us who take literature very seriously, picking up a work of fiction is the start of an adventure comparable in anticipatory excitement to what I imagine is felt by an athlete warming up for a competition, a mountain climber preparing for...
There were no men in this painting, but it was about men, the kind who caused women to fall. I did not ascribe any intentions to these men. They were like the weather, they didn't have a mind. They merely drenched you or struck you like lightning and...
There were people dying everywhere getting massacred in every town and village, there were people being picked up and thrown into dark jails in unknown parts, there were dungeons in the city where hundreds of young men were kept in heavy chains and f...
Notwithstanding all that has been discovered since ’s time, his saying that we are little children picking up pretty pebbles on the beach while the whole ocean lies before us unexplored remains substantially as true as ever, and will do so though w...
When one ponders on the tremendous journey of evolution over the past three billion years or so, the prodigious wealth of structures it has engendered, and the extraordinarily effective teleonomic performances of living beings from bacteria to man, o...
Think of something useless, and that's probably what I'll be doing. Listen, Virginia, we need to love the useless. We need to raise pigeons without a thought of eating them, plant rose bushes without expecting to pick roses, write without aiming at p...
One picks one's way about through the glass and aluminum doors, the receptionists' smiles, the lunches with too much alcohol, the openings with more, the mobs of people desperately trying to define good taste in such loud voices one can hardly hear o...
And could a man sink to such triviality, such meanness, such nastiness? Could he change so much? And is it true to life? Yes, it is all true to life. All this can happen to a man. The ardent youth of today would start back in horror if you could show...
But my best friend from college was silent for a long time. She, of all of my friends, had seen the parade of sad wrecks through my life, date after bad date after bad boyfriend. She was the one who'd picked up the pieces after the musician, the inve...
How are you, Rory?' [the Doctor] asked. I [Rory]... answered him. 'It's been odd being you.' 'Isn't it?' The Doctor's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. 'How do you cope?' 'Ah...' The Doctor picked away at a scrap of loose paint on the door. 'Well, I...
Farrell had seen pure white drunkenness before, but not often enough to recognize it at sight. He knew the thing itself, however--the freight train rattling and lurching comically from hilarity to slobbering sorrow, picking up speed as it passed thro...
I really hate you." It was loud and clear in his brain. "Your first words. How sweet." "Get out of my head. You’re not invited." "This is how Changelings communicate as wolves. Get used to it." He picked his way through the bushes to get closer to ...
Long looking with admiration produces change. From your heroes you pick up mannerisms and phrases and tones of voice and facial expressions and habits and demeanors and convictions and beliefs. The more admirable the hero is and the more intense your...
