Marlin: He's my son, he was taken by these divers... Dory: Oh my, you poor fish. Chum: Humans. Think they own everything. Anchor: Probably American...
Hans: [Hans brings the dead maria to town] Maria she's drowned. The Burgomaster: My poor man why do you bring her here. Hans: She was MURDERED!
Tuco: I'll kill you! Blondie: [gasps out in a whisper] If you do that, you'll always be poor... just like the crazy rat that you are.
General Allenby: I've got orders to obey, thank God. Not like that poor devil. He's riding the whirlwind. Mr. Dryden: Let's hope we're not.
Scuttle: [singing loudly and off-key] Wa wa wa, wa wa! Prince Eric: Wow. Somebody should find that poor animal and put it out of its misery.
Mud: There are fierce powers at work in the world, boys. Good, evil, poor luck, best luck. As men, we've got to take advantage where we can.
Larry Lipton: I'd fix Ted up with Helen Dubin, but they'd probably get into an argument over penis envy; the poor guy suffers from it so.
Nina Romina: We find our viewers are more interested in urban crime creeping into the suburbs. What that means is a victim or victims, preferably well-off and/or white, injured at the hands of the poor, or a minority.
Vizzini: A word, my lady. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby? Buttercup: There is nothing nearby... Not for miles. Vizzini: Then there will be no one to hear you scream.
Mr. Bennet: Poor Jane. Still, a girl likes to be crossed in love now and then. It gives her something to think of... and a sort of distinction amongst her companions.
Mrs. Potato Head: [Molly tosses Barbie into the "Sunnyside" box without caring] Poor Barbie! Hamm the Piggy Bank: I get the Corvette.
Higgins: Oh, you... you poor dumb son of a bitch. You've done more damage than you know. Joe Turner: I hope so.
Doc Holliday: [to Johnny Ringo, after shooting him in a duel] You're no daisy! You're no daisy at all. Poor soul, you were just too high strung.
My father worked hard, but we were still very poor; and I didn't want anybody arguing about money, so I became the entertainer - the one who wanted everyone to be happy. I didn't want there to be any problems.
The money I pay for my cultural experiences came willingly from my own pocket - they were not the result of bread being removed from the mouths of the poor so that Miss Thing here could mince off to the circus smelling of roses.
Money is a tremendous advantage in just about everything, but in terms of reproduction, if you're a poor woman and you are infertile, it's like too bad, so sad. And if you are a wealthy woman, you can kind of buy whatever you want.
I wasn't raised super-poor, but my parents got divorced, and my mother didn't have much money. Even now if I have a cake, I'll eat it slowly, and I save most of the money I have.
Republican governors are more lunatic than they used to be - as attested by all the ones so eager to turn down free federal money to qualify more of their poor citizens for Medicaid under Obamacare. Meanwhile, some states have taken the money only to...
Think about it: You're trying to raise cash to save an endangered animal. You've got orphaned pandas getting 3 trillion YouTube hits, and you've got seals being clubbed over the head by roughnecks. The money flows in. But what about the poor shark?
It's sort of nice in more general terms to see that computational science, computational biology is being recognized. It's become a very large field, and it's always in some ways been the poor sister, or the ugly sister, to experimental biology.
The historical basis for the gap between the black middle class and underclass shows that ending discrimination, by itself, would not eradicate black poverty and dysfunction. We also need intervention to promulgate a middle-class ethic of success amo...
