Americans who read the papers or watch Jay Leno have been aware for some time now that there is a slim but real possibility - about 1 in 45,000 - that an 850-foot-long asteroid called Apophis could strike Earth with catastrophic consequences on April...
My priority doesn't lie with the whole website and Facebook and such; I'm still walking down the road in a pair of real shoes. You need to just play as much as you can. Get in front of people, as I've always said. It doesn't matter if it's ten people...
My fans don't feel like I hold anything back from them. They know whatever I'm going through now, they'll hear about it on a record someday. They'll hear the real story. There's a little bit of lag time. It's not as instant as going on a gossip blog....
I suspect that most people in the world will travel through or at least wish to travel through Miami in their lifetimes. I think it is on the same level as seeing the pyramids in Giza for many people. But, Miami is slippery: It is a place that is alw...
Writing doesn't come real easy to me. I couldn't write a novel in a year. It wouldn't be readable. I don't let an editor even look at it until the second year, because it would just scare them. I just have to trust that all these scraps and dead-ends...
A huge dollar bill is the most accurate way to teach children the real motto of the United States: In the Almighty Dollar We Trust... Until the average American realizes that capitalism damages her livelihood while augmenting the livelihoods of the w...
Songs are my diaries; they always have been. You have to put your trust in everyone because putting down those real, personal details and thoughts that make a song authentic also opens you right up. I am constantly misunderstood; a lot of people just...
Why do you think the fans like us - why they prefer our street raps over all that phony stuff out there? Because we're telling the real story of what it's like living in places like Compton. We're giving them reality. We're like reporters. We give th...
Albrecht: That's Tin-tin. One of T-Bird's little helpers. I think you can rule out accidental death. Lead Cop: Don't any of your street-demons have real grown-up names?
The Joker: Are you the real Batman? Brian: No. The Joker: No? Then why do you dress like him? Brian: He's a symbol... that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you. The Joker: Yeah, you do, Brian. You *really* do!
Vinny: You know, Louie, there's one good thing about this Ghost Dog guy. Louie: What's that, Vin? Vinny: He's sending us out the old way. Like real fucking gangsters.
Alan Garner: It was a real pleasure meeting you. Melissa: Fuck off! Alan Garner: I'm thinking about getting my bartender's license. Melissa: Suck my dick. Alan Garner: No, thank you.
Cobb: The moment's passed. Whatever I do I can't change this moment. I'm about to call out to them. They run away. If I'm ever going to see their faces I've gotta get back home. The real world.
Mulan: You're, um... Mushu: Intimidating? Awe-inspiring? Mulan: Tiny. Mushu: Of course. I'm travel-size for your convenience. If I was my real size, your cow here would die of fright. [Khan snaps at Mushu] Mushu: Down, Bessie.
Nemo Nobody adult: There's no life without you. Anna: Go slowly. I have to get used to it. I talked to you so much when you weren't there, it's strange for me to talk to you for real.
Alonzo Mosely: Where's Jack Walsh? Train Porter: He got off with the other guy - - two or three stops ago. His real name's "Mosely". Alonzo Mosely: [shouting in a sudden frustrated outburst] I'M Mosely!
Charlie: You know something? She is really good-lookin'. I gotta say that again. She is really good-lookin'. But she's black. You can see that real plain, right? Look, there isn't much of a difference anyway, is there. Well, is there?
Homer: Man, we should be trying to get into that science fair instead of sitting around here like a bunch of hillbillies. Roy Lee: Well, I got some real sad news for you Homer. We *are* a bunch of hillbillies.
Tom Baxter: [to Cecilia] I love you. I'm honest, dependable, courageous, romantic, and a great kisser. Gil Shepherd: And I'm real.
Marty: Yeah, I'm Martin Vail, from the public defender's office. I'm handling the Aaron Stampler case. Cop: Hmm, The Butcher Boy. Marty: Yes, thank you, I forgot his real name.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: You're ghostin' us, motherfucker. I don't care who you are back in the world, you give away our position one more time, I'll bleed ya, real quiet. Leave ya here. Got that?
