Princess Ann: I could do some of the things I've always wanted to. Joe Bradley: Like what? Princess Ann: Oh, you can't imagine. I-I'd do just whatever I liked all day long.
Princess Fiona: Well, when one lives alone, one has to learns these things in case there's... [points] Princess Fiona: There's an arrow in your butt! Shrek: What? [looks at arrow] Shrek: Oh, would you look at that?
The Princess attitude to food isn’t about obsessively scraping the oil off your salad, saying no to crème brûlée and taking a little snack bag of spinach everywhere you go. I truly believe it’s more important to consciously choose what you’r...
Her eyes, always sad, now looked into the mirror with particular hopelessness. "She's flattering me," thought the princess, and she turned away and went on reading. Julie, however, was not flattering her friend: indeed, the princess's eyes, large, de...
Han Solo: Well Princess, it looks like you managed to keep me here a while longer. Princess Leia: I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks it's dangerous for anyone to leave the system until they've activated the energy shield. Han Solo: T...
Princess Leia Organa: No! Alderaan is peaceful! We have no weapons, you can't possibly... Governor Tarkin: [impatiently] You would prefer another target, a military target? Then name the system! I grow tired of asking this so it will be the last time...
In God's family, there are no outsiders, no enemies.
At the door Queen Phillipa turned slowly back. "Love," she repeated, her face suddenly gone girlishly soft before it turned to pale marble again. "Love fades, poor Joan, and then there is only duty and remembrance.
There's nothing deeper than love. In fairy tales, the princesses kiss the frogs, and the frogs become princes. In real life,the princesses kiss princes, and the princes turn into frogs.
No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that is a work of art. Call me an artist then, and I will answer.
I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.
And what have I done?" What? WHAT?...You've stolen them." With that, Cornelia fled, but Buttercup understood; she knew who "them" was. The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattledskulled clodpated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed ...
Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph) I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending. I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming.
George put his hand on top of Beatrice's and felt the warmth of both the woman and her hound pulsing through his fingers. "Just because your father does not see your victory does not mean that it is none," he said softly.
Both princesses immediately looked wary, exchanging glances. "Warn us of what?" Petunia asked. She studied him with those blue, blue eyes and Oliver wondered all over again what he was doing here.
She instinctively knows that each pretender she eliminates brings her one step closer to the One, and in fact, it is not unusual to hear her use this exact terminology: The One. You can almost hear the Capitalization as she says it.
It was all for the best. I am an elf, and he is a human. Thomas is a Knight, and I am a Princess. His Knighthood meant nothing in this world. Though it did make me wonder what it meant in his. In his world, did Knights and Princesses fall in love? I ...
Vizzini: I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains. Man in Black: You're that smart? Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates? Man in Black: Yes. Vizzini: Morons.
[Buttercup and Westley have just entered the Fire Swamp] Westley: [looking around] It's not that bad. [Buttercup stares unbelievingly at him] Westley: Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.
Grandpa: It was ten days to the wedding. The King still lived, but Buttercup's nightmares were growing steadily worse. The Grandson: See, didn't I tell you she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck? Grandpa: Yes, you're very smart. Shut up.
Buttercup: You can die too for all I care! [pushes him down a high hill] Man in Black: AS... YOU... WISH! Buttercup: [realizes the Man in Black is Westley] Oh, my sweet Westley! What have I done? [throws herself down the hill]
