Muldoon: [to Hammond, Arnold and Nedry] Quiet, all of you! [the tour group] Muldoon: They're approaching the Tyrannosaur paddock.
Detective Park Doo-Man: Once this dries, the stain will form the shape of the murderer's face.
Mr. Blonde: Guess what, I think I'm parked in the red-zone!
Sol: He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone? Tyrone: 'course I am... [reverses into parked van] Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.
Aside from its parks and nature areas, Singapore is intensively developed, and due to the shortage of land, is building up, down and on manmade islands and landfills.
My relationship with the mountains actually started when I was 16. Every year, a group used to be taken from Auckland Grammar down to the Tangariro National Park for a skiing holiday.
People think I'm more wild than I am... I like going to theme parks, play sports or just hanging out with my friends.
I also love the makers of South Park, because they're political, strong, and they're making all of these comments that would get you shot for if you did it in a drama.
I know so few people who actually give music their undivided attention, so I've been trying to just park myself on the couch between the speakers and listen.
Procedures outside the stadiums and in the parking areas still need to be optimized, for example so that emergency medical services can leave the grounds on their way to the hospital faster.
Baseball is my escape. The sights, the sounds, the way the park smells. There is truly no place I would rather be than at a game.
Doing Shakespeare in the Park has always been a dream. Everyone else says Hamlet, but I want to play Romeo.
Era la verdad más absoluta que yo conocía, igual que el sol sabe que debe salir por la mañana, igual que los capullos de rosa saben que deben florecer en primavera. Estaba en mis venas, en el rincón más oculto de mi corazón y de mi alma. Le ama...
Ernst Blofeld: Siamese fighting fish, fascinating creatures. Brave but of the whole stupid. Yes they're stupid. Except for the occasional one such as we have here who lets the other two fight. While he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted ...
It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits int...
You couldn't not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.
(Or maybe she was just more afraid of being like everyone else.)
How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings all in one place?
To have and hold. Not forever, maybe-not forever, for sure-and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers.
Her heart leapt out to him before she could stop it.
The world turned itself into a better place around him.
