Mama and Daddy King represent the best in manhood and womanhood, the best in a marriage, the kind of people we are trying to become.
The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.
I don't think you automatically become an enlightened person because you are a daddy. But they will change you, of course - their understanding of you puts you in a different place.
My kids are just waiting for me at home. I'm their father. They're wondering, 'When's Daddy coming home?'
I never felt like I wanted to have kids until I could be home and be a daddy, and those are the things that I didn't have.
The last 16 years of my daddy's life, he got to work for me, and that made him his own boss and he like that.
I don't think I've ever put it in words before. But daddy took a gun and ended his life and took momma's with him.
I used to practice my speeches on my tractor while I plowed my daddy's field.
Karin Kinsella: Daddy? Ray Kinsella: In a minute, Karin! Karin Kinsella: There's a man out there, on your lawn.
Dr. Dakota Block: No more dead bodies for daddy tonight.
Bert Cartmell: It's a big boat, huh? Cora Cartmell: Daddy, it's a ship! Bert Cartmell: You're right.
It's a humbling thing, having kids. One of my sons came to rehearsals, and now he says Daddy's job is 'go play loud music.'
Let me explain before another word is written: I have never once asked a cat, "So tell me what's up, Charlie?" and Charlie says, "Jeez Jackson, thanks for asking. A little annoyed by the fluorescent lights, and will you please check out this tiny pie...
Gooper Pollitt: You said I never loved Big Daddy. How would you know? How would he know? Did he ever let anybody love him? It was always Brick, always. From the day he was born, he was always partial to Brick. Why? Big Daddy wanted me to become a law...
[first lines] Mr. Emil Gower: I owe everything to George Bailey. Help him, dear Father. Giuseppe Martini: Joseph, Jesus and Mary. Help my friend, Mr. Bailey. Ma Bailey: Help my son, George, tonight. Bert: He never thinks about himself, God, that's wh...
Andrina: Ariel, dear, time to come out. You've been in there all morning. [Ariel emerges, singing to herself] Atina: What is with her lately? [Ariel looks at herslf in the mirror, then picks a flower next to it and swims away, but stops short when sh...
Jack: Yo! Yo! Here's my boy! Here's my boy! But who's your daddy? Now who is your daddy? Miles Raymond: Put me down, Jack. Jack: I'm so proud of you! Let me love you! So tell me everything. Details. I like details. Miles Raymond: No. Jack: What? Mile...
Sam: Nicole, tomorrow Mr. Stephens wants you to make your deposition at the community center. Thought I'd take you over. Nicole: Great. Sam: You seem, uh, I don't know. Distant, I guess. Hard to talk to. Nicole: We didn't used to have to talk a lot, ...
SNEER. But, what the deuce, is the confidante to be mad too? PUFF. To be sure she is. The confidante is always to do whatever her mistress does- weep when she weeps, smile when she smiles, go mad when she goes mad.-Now, Madam Confidante! But keep you...
Summer in Honolulu brings the sweet smell of mangoes, guava, and passionfruit, ripe for picking; it arbors the streets with the fiery red umbrellas of poincianta trees and decorates the sidewalks with the pink and white puffs of blossoming monkeypods...
His lips crashed against hers. If there had been air in her lungs, she wouldn't have known what to do with it. He kissed her fiercely, making her head spin wilder than a whirlpool, knocking every last puff of breath from her body.
