[Jack Ryan, in US Navy Commander uniform, exits after meeting the Admiral and Captain of the carrier] Admiral Josh Painter: You think he's crazy? Captain Davenport: Certifiable. And no matter what his credentials, I don't care for him wearing the uni...
Gold Two: [the Y-wings are running the gauntlet toward the Death Star reactor-port] The guns - they've stopped! Gold Five: [realizes why] Stabilize your rear deflectors... Watch for enemy fighters. Gold Leader: They're coming in! Three marks at 2-10!...
What the fuck is legal in this universe? Stars eat each other, wolves eat the pigs, and Grandma fucks over Little Red Riding Hood.
My dad had once told me, crimson-red deep in “the talk,” that with sons, all he had to worry about was one penis, but with a daughter, he had to worry about everyone else’s.
Life was indeed good for a Wolf-Creature in the deep woods who had found his very own little red-headed chew toy.
That's different," Levi smiled at her warmly. "Ypu don't rock that Little Red Riding Hood vibe. You're scary." Reagan grinned like the Big Bad Wolf.
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began ...
Life is a game where fair players are winners! But as for the "injury causers", "red-card" sees their end off!
Why would you turn right on a red light when we can all just sit here behind you waiting to die... #AHOLE
...without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament... Eucharist of love with a red host!
Governments are too stupid to understand that too much red tape does not bind a nation together—it tears it apart.
A pattern of raised crisscrossed scars, some old and white, others more recent in various shades of pink and red. Exposing the stress of the structure underneath its paint
A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony, and there are no red-headed clients to vex us with their conundrums.
And her lips: so inviting, bathed in shimmering wet, dark red gloss. They were meant for only two things, kissing and making love to your cock.
The Red Cross irritated Ugwu; the least they could do was ask Biafrans their preferred foods rather than sending so much bland flour.
The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.
I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
You just don't have faith!" Frank repeated. "Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!
It is a great comfort to a rambling people to know that somewhere there is a permanent home--perhaps it is the most final of the comforts they ever really know.
Miz Ellen, what do you carry in that handbag of yours that has enough wallop to knock down a full-grown man? - Dan Landry
