[Chief Bosun enters the torpedo room, which has been dressed up as a red light room] Chief Bosun: QUIET IN THIS WHOREHOUSE! [the crew falls silent] Chief Bosun: Bad news, men. Ario: What's wrong? Chief Bosun: [pause] Schalke lost the game. 5-0. No mo...
Richard Blaney: [entering hotel room with Babs] The "Cupid Room", I think she called it. Hotel porter: Mm, love's little arrows have struck quite a few hearts in there, sir, I can tell you. Richard Blaney: Oh yeah? Hotel porter: [confidentially] Can ...
Kitty Fane: For God's sake, Walter, will you stop punishing me? Do you absolutely despise me? Walter Fane: No. I despise myself. Kitty Fane: Why? Walter Fane: For allowing myself to love you once. [Walter turns away and Kitty leaves the room and clos...
I picked ducks in a tub in my dorm room. I'd hang deer in the doorway between the bedroom and the little living room in our little apartment there, and I'd skin my deer, and all the guts would go in the tub, and I'd sneak them out so my fellow studen...
Writing is like a blind man building a stone house with a limited amount of space and time. Brick after brick, row after row, feeling his way round and round. Turning stones into walls, rooms and towers. Relentlessly searching for doorways and window...
Have you heard the joke about the chemist, physicist and economist who get wrecked on a desert isle, with a huge supply of canned baked beans as their only food? The chemist says that he can start a fire using the neighbouring palm trees, and calcula...
Jase opened his door, stepped down, and leaned into her window. “Hungry?” Taking a big breath didn’t help when his sexy scent of cologne had hit her in the face. Hallelujah. “Yeah, I’m getting there.” “Let’s go. The cowboy just came t...
You forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering gl...
Jacob Singer: What's it say? Jezebel: [Reading the thermometer] Oh my God! I'm calling the Doctor! Jacob Singer: What's it say? Jezebel: It's gone to the top! Jacob Singer: Great! Jezebel: [On the phone] Hello Dr. Forest! I'm so sorry to bother you! ...
There is always room at the top.
If I don't have room for an item, I put it in warehouses.
My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood. It was the vividness of the dre...
Yes, movies! Look at them — All of those glamorous people — having adventures — hogging it all, gobbling the whole thing up! You know what happens? People go to the movies instead of moving! Hollywood characters are supposed to have all the adv...
Jill's face was hard when PE ended, and I had the feeling she was trying not to cry. I tried talking to her in the locker room, but she simply shook her head and headed off for the showers. I was about to go there myself when I heard a shriek. Those ...
In my mind, I built stairways. At the end of the stairways, I imagined rooms. These were high, airy places with big windows and a cool breeze moving through. I imagined one room opening brightly onto another room until I'd built a house, a place with...
Finally, he smiled, and although his smile was bumpy because some of his teeth were jagged and broken, it was a warming, infectious smile that was reflected in his eyes. It made her smile widely in return. She felt as if the room had been lit up. He ...
Father: There was this English butler out in India. One day, he goes in the dining room and what does he see under the table ? A tiger. Not turning a hair, he goes straight to the drawing room. "Hum, hum. Excuse me, my lord," and whispering, so as no...
Sherlock Holmes: You've never complained about my methods before. Dr. John Watson: I'm not complaining. Sherlock Holmes: You're not? What do you call this? Dr. John Watson: I never complain! How am I complaining? When do I ever complain about you pra...
What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Really, who's the best at what they do? There's always room for improvement.
My hair walks into a room before I do.
