Post-modernism is dead because it didn't address human needs.
Mrs. Banks: [sees the time] Excuse me, POSTS, EVERYONE, PLEASE! [cannon fires]
People assume that I came back to Washington because of the 'Post', but the truth is less romantic. I came back for a job.
By the time I joined the 'Washington Post' sports staff in 1979, Red's Runyonesque notion of sports writing was obsolete.
I try to listen to a lot of music when I'm in the mixing process of a record, when I'm in post-production and trying to get everything to sound a certain way.
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I have a great office.
I'd love to run for office, but it requires such knowledge.
The American version of 'The Office' is fantastic.
Bromhead: [mounted, crossing stream] Hot work? Lieutenant John Chard: [kneeling in stream] Damned hot work. Bromhead: Still, the river cooled you off a bit though, eh? [pause] Bromhead: Who are you? Lieutenant John Chard: John Chard, Royal Engineers....
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were ful...
Hey, Kelsey." He squinted at her. "I knew the water in Charlotte was a problem, but I didn't know it made hair turn purple," he joked. Kelsey smiled at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, it looks like the water here makes your hair fall out,...
Noah Vosen: [in car, on cell phone] Perhaps we can arrange a meet. Jason Bourne: Where are you now? Noah Vosen: I'm sitting in my office. Jason Bourne: I doubt that. Noah Vosen: Why would you doubt that? Jason Bourne: If you were in your office right...
RoboCop: Murphy had a wife and son. What happened to them? Officer Lewis: Well, after the funeral... she moved away. RoboCop: Where did they go? Officer Lewis: She thought you were dead. She started over again. RoboCop: I can feel them... but I can't...
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Please! Please... Don't burn me, man. Mr. Blonde: You all through? You all through? LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Look, I... I got a little kid at home. Now, PLEASE. Mr. Blonde: [holding up a lighter] No, no, no, no, no, no. You...
Teddy Brewster: Gentlemen, what news have you brought me? Police Sgt. Brophy: [salutes] Colonel, we have nothing to report. Officer Patrick O'Hara: Huh? [Brophy elbows him and he salutes also] Officer Patrick O'Hara: Oh, no! Absolutely nothing to rep...
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...
[last lines] Cook County Assessor's Office Clerk: Can I help you? [the brothers back him up and lift him onto the counter] Jake: This is where they pay the taxes, right? Cook County Assessor's Office Clerk: Right. Elwood: This money is for the year's...
I don't do office work at home.
You don't want the office to be a completely relaxing place. You want it to be a vibrant place.
The presidency is not an office job.
