George Bailey: OK then, I'll throw a rock at the old Granville house. Mary: Oh no, don't. I love that old house. George Bailey: No, you see you make a wish and then try to break some glass and you've got to be a pretty good shot nowadays too. Mary: O...
Nemo age 9: [narrating] On that day, i would make a lot of silly decisions. Nemo age 16: One; I will never leave anything to chance again. Two; I will marry the girl on my motorcycle. Three; I'll be rich. Four; we'll have a house. A big house, painte...
John Glenn: Annie, listen to me, OK? You listening? If you don't want the Vice President or the TV networks or anybody else to come into the house, then that's it, as far as I'm concerned. They are NOT coming in, and I will back you all the way, a hu...
Doyle: [shouting] We don't got no Goddamn band! We don't need to fucking practice, Randy! We don't no shit-ass manager neither! You motherfuckers! You all are a bunch of losers! I'm the only sane son-of-a-bitch here! So get the *fuck* out of my house...
Charles Muntz: [Muntz notices that Russell is hanging by Carl's garden hose high in the air. He speaks into his intercom] Gray leader? Take down the house. Russell: [still hanging on the hose] AAAAh! [he sees three planes drop out of the blimp] Russe...
Marwood: What about whatshisname? Withnail: What about him? Marwood: Why don't you give him a call? Withnail: What for? Marwood: Ask him about his house. Withnail: You want me to call whatshisname and ask him about his house? Marwood: Why not? Withna...
Tenoch: Me too Luisa: You too what Tenoch? Tenoch: Julio! Me too faggot! Julio Zapata: You too what? Tenoch: I fucked Ceci, your girlfriend! Luisa: What? Julio Zapata: That's not true! When? Tenoch: After the Plastilina concert Julio Zapata: Fuck! Th...
Miles Raymond: Well, the world doesn't give a shit what I have to say. I'm not necessary. Had. I'm so insignificant I can't even kill myself. Jack: Miles, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Miles Raymond: Come on, man. You know. Hemingway, Sexto...
The exoneration of the mass. No one voice is to blame. But his voice was there.
It is the house of my dreams. My Tuscan dream! [Every Italophile's dream]
Don't you have a house to blow down?
Don't be stupid, it's a flying house!
Performance art can be produced in a coffee house setting.
This house has enough nooks and crannies for English muffins.
Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.
...before there can be change there must be discontent.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
He's a pig and I don't allow livestock in the house.
It isn't brave to do something you're not afraid to do.
With horns and a full rhythm section, the drums always looked like the best seat in the house.
A house can be replaced but never a lost life.
