Hoggle: This is an oubliette, labyrinth's full of 'em. Sarah: Really. I didn't know that. Hoggle: Oh don't act so smart. You don't even know what an oubliette is. Sarah: Do you? Hoggle: Yes. It's a place you put people... to forget about 'em!
Donald Dubin: [the adulterous lovers don't realize Howard Marks has come back to the house] Let's go to bed. Sarah Marks: Let's do it in here. Donald Dubin: The bed is soft. Sarah Marks: I'm soft. [the mirrored door closes, revealing Howard standing ...
Grandma Sarah: This Mr. Wales is a cold-blooded killer. He's from Missouri, where they're all known to be killers of innocent men, women and children. Lone Watie: Would you rather be riding with Comancheros, Granny? Grandma Sarah: No, I wouldn't.
Dr. Silberman: It won't work, Sarah. You're no killer, I don't believe you'd do it. Sarah Connor: You're already dead, Silberman. Everybody dies. You know I believe it so don't fuck with me!
I love architecture almost as much as I love my musicals.
Is this your holiday homework?" asked Sarah. "Don't do it, Rose! And Eve will write you a note to say it's iniquitous to give eight-year-olds homework. You will, won't you, Eve?" "I could never spell 'iniquitous,' Sarah darling!" "Hot concrete," said...
I knew from reading about Sarah Grimke that she'd been given a handmaid to be her personal slave and that her name was Hetty. The only other fact I knew about her was that Sarah taught her to read: They conspired in a very subversive way, by locking ...
Sarah: Okay, let's handle this thing logically. What exactly have you sworn? Didymus: I have sworn with my life's blood, none shall pass this way without *my* permission! Sarah: Well... May we have your permission? Didymus: Well I, uh... I... that is...
By the time I was ten, everyone knew I wanted to be a producer. I was a very precocious little boy.
I told you not to drink that much water on the drive,” Sarah told her. “You never listen to me.” “Sorry I don’t have the bladder of a freaking sloth.” “You mean camel,” Sarah corrected. “I meant sloth,” the other girl said. “I r...
Sarah Connor: [checks the grocery bags Kyle has brought back to the hotel room] What've we got? Moth balls, corn syrup, ammonia. What's for dinner? Kyle Reese: Plastique. Sarah Connor: That sounds good. What is it? Kyle Reese: Nitroglycerine-base; it...
Young poets are too apt to consider themselves “children of the mist” – they must dwell apart from men and contemn their kind, or they fear they shall be only taken for common-place characters. They forget that poetry is the language which spea...
Sarah Connor: So Reese is crazy? Dr. Peter Silberman: In technical terminology: he's a loon. Lieutenant Ed Traxler: [shows a bullet-proof vest] Sarah, this is what they call body armor. Our tac guys wear these. It can stop a 12-gauge round. This othe...
How nice the human voice is when it isn't singing.
Black beauty - he's a dark horse.
The musical is the one area of the theater that can give you the biggest buzz of all.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
And he likes to torment me, and laughs when I get upset when he does. No, of course not. I do not love Jack Elliot. He is low and coarse and a soldier, and not the kind of man I want to spend my life with.
I told Mama and Savannah about Ruben's proposal. That got us to talking about marriage and we laughed and cried some, and missed Papa, and it felt good to belong to each other. I don't feel as lonely today as I have in months. At least I know there a...
I think my Mama and Savannah must be special people in the Lord's eyes, as they have gone about doing generous and loving things without even a second thought. For me, it seems like the only thing that comes natural is aggravation and hard word
Sarah Packard: Eddie, look, I've got troubles... and I think maybe you've got troubles. Maybe it'd be better if we just leave each other alone. Fast Eddie: I have my things over at the hotel. I'll bring them over later. Sarah Packard: I'm not sure. I...
