Umpire: No ball! Capt. Russell: [as he and Yardley, slightly incredulous, go over to the umpire] What? Umpire: No ball! Yardley: You're kidding me... Capt. Russell: "No ball"? What do you mean, "no ball"? Umpire: His foot was over the line. Capt. Rus...
Dr. Yen Lo: Attractive plant you have here. Zilkov: Thank you, doctor. It's actually a rest home for wealthy alcoholics. We were able to purchase it three years ago. Except for this floor and the floor above it, which is sealed off for security purpo...
Craig Patrick: Hey, Doc, let me ask you a question. Doc: Well, of course. Craig Patrick: You've worked with Herb for a long time, right? Doc: I've known Herb for quite some time. Craig Patrick: So let me ask you, does he always treat his players like...
Colonel Yu: [about warlord] He said no. Walter Fane: He doesn't speak any English, does he? Colonel Yu: [shrug] Walter Fane: Tell him that's the most ridiculous suit that I've ever seen. Colonel Yu: This Doctor respects you greatly, and you are right...
William Somerset: I meant to ask you something before, when we spoke on the phone: Why here? David Mills: I don't follow. William Somerset: Why all the effort to get transferred? It's the first question that popped into my head. David Mills: I guess ...
General "Buck" Turgidson: Mr. President, if I may speak freely, the Russkie talks big, but frankly, we think he's short of know how. I mean, you just can't expect a bunch of ignorant peons to understand a machine like some of our boys. And that's not...
[Holmes is spying on Blackwood's sacrifice. A henchman tries to sneak up on him, but Watson grabs him and puts him in a hold] Dr. John Watson: I like the hat. Sherlock Holmes: Thanks, I just picked it up. Dr. John Watson: You remember your revolver? ...
Ethan: Our turnin' back don't mean nothin', not in the long run. She's alive, she's safe... for a while. They'll keep her to raise her as one of their own till, until she's of an age to... Martin: Don't you think there's a chance we still might find ...
[Edward and Elinor are baiting Margaret, who is playfully hiding] Edward Ferrars: I, eh, wish to check the position of the Nile. My sister tells me it is in South America. Elinor Dashwood: Oh. No. No, um, she's quite wrong, um, for I believe it is in...
Mrs. Random: Well who are you? David Huxley: I don't know. I'm not quite myself today. Mrs. Random: Well, you look perfectly idiotic in those clothes. David Huxley: These aren't *my* clothes. Mrs. Random: Well, where *are* your clothes? David Huxley:...
Billy: My hands are freezing. Michael: 'Gizzem here. Billy: [Michael takes his hands and puts them in his jacket] What are you doing? Michael: Nothin'. Just warmin' your hands up. Billy: [pause] You're not a poof or owt? Michael: [deadpan] What gave ...
And it was to this city, whenever I went home, that I always knew I must return, for it was mistress of one's wildest hopes, protector of one's deepest privacies. It was half insane with its noise, violence, and decay, but it gave one the tender secu...
Our metaphors for the operation of the brain are frequently drawn from the production line. We think of the brain as a glorified sausage machine, taking in information from the senses, processing it and regurgitating it in a different form, as though...
Some lurid things have been said about me—that I am a racist, a hopeless alcoholic, a closet homosexual and so forth—that I leave to others to decide the truth of. I'd only point out, though, that if true these accusations must also have been tru...
Mademoiselle De Lafontaine – in right of her father, who was a German, assumed to be psychological, metaphysical and something of a mystic – now declared that when the moon shone with a light so intense it was well known that it indicated a speci...
Another way to describe the dilemma for religious faith is that pluralism creates social conditions in which God is no longer an inevitability. While it is possible to believe in God, one has to work much harder at it because the framework of belief ...
The aesthetic construct, and nothing else, has taught us to expose ourselves to a non-enslaving experience of rank differences. The work of art is even allowed to 'tell' us, those who have run away from form, something, because it quite obviously doe...
There are... otherwise quite decent people who are so dull of nature that they believe that they must attribute the swift flight of fancy to some illness of the psyche, and thus it happens that this or that writer is said to create not other than whi...
Every time I create something, whether an idea or a work of art, initially, its supposed completion seems absolutely perfect to me. However the more I think about it, stare it down, the more it marinates in my soul over the hours, days, and weeks, th...
The Special Operations Network was instigated to handle policing duties considered either too unusual or too specialized to be tackled by the regular force. There were thirty departments in all, starting at the more mundane Neighborly Disputes (SO-30...
Captain Owen Hartford, at your service.” He tipped his hat. Oh, so it was going to be like this, was it? She searched her memory for a good name. “Patience Corntower. Of Thorny Hollow way.” His grin went wide. “We are well acquainted. You may...
