Quotes of: Sad-story Keyword

Jonathan Harker: The Count, the way he looked at Mina's picture fills me with dread. As if I have a part to play in a story that is not known to me.

Dracula

Matt Kowalski: Houston, I have a bad feeling about this mission. Mission Control: Please elaborate. Matt Kowalski: Well, it reminds of a story.

Gravity

[last lines] 'Pops', the Shopkeeper: [returning his pawned trumpet] A good story's worth more than an old trumpet. Max: Okay Pops.

The Legend of 1900

Engywook: Here comes one that *looks* fancy! Let's see what he REALLY thinks of himself! Go on, scared cat!

The NeverEnding Story

Atreyu: Do you suppose the Ivory Tower is still standing? Falcor: Let's hope so, Atreyu, let's hope so.

The NeverEnding Story

Uncle Willie: [hung over] Awww... this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed.

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: You hardly know him. C. K. Dexter Haven: To hardly know him is to know him well.

The Philadelphia Story

Macaulay Connor: I would sell my grandmother for a drink - and you know how I love my grandmother.

The Philadelphia Story

Margaret Lord: Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more? Tracy Lord: Only in bed, mother, and not always there.

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: [a very drunk Tracy] My feet are made of clay. Made of clay, did you know? Good niiiggghhhttt little man!

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: [normal voice] Hello, Dexter. [lower voice] Tracy Lord: Hello, George. [high childish voice] Tracy Lord: Hello, Mike.

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: Hello you. Macaulay Connor: Hello. Tracy Lord: You look fine. Macaulay Connor: I feel fine.

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.

The Philadelphia Story

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: What's this room? I've forgotten my compass. Macaulay Connor: I'd say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: I never knew such a man. Macaulay Connor: You're not likely to dear. Not from where you sit.

The Philadelphia Story

Macaulay Connor: Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap on the back, and champagne's heavy mist before my eyes.

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: You seem quite contemptuous of me all of the sudden. C. K. Dexter Haven: No Red, not of you, never of you.

The Philadelphia Story

Dinah Lord: Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here. Mother, how do you get smallpox?

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: Aren't you coming Liz? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Well, it seems I've got to commit suicide first.

The Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord: You're just a mass of prejudices, aren't you? You're so much thought and so little feeling, Professor.

The Philadelphia Story

C. K. Dexter Haven: The moon is also a goddess, chaste and virginal. Tracy Lord: Stop using those foul words.

The Philadelphia Story