[after seen his pictures printed in the front page of the news by mistake] Buscapé: Fuck... I'm dead! [cut to slum] Zé Pequeno: What's the name of that friend of yours who took this pictures? Thiago - Tiago: Buscapé. [Enjoying the pictures] Zé Pe...
John Murdoch: Excuse me. How do I get to the end of the line? Train Passenger: You want the Express. John Murdoch: [after train blows by him] Hey, how come that train didn't stop? Station Master: That's the Express.
John Murdoch: I was just thinking, what you do seems kind of dangerous right now. I mean, how do you know I'm not the killer? May: I don't. Why, you feeling any urges I should know about?
Roger: It's Christmastime down there, buddy! Peter: Fat city, brother! How we gonna work it? Roger: If we can get into one of the department stores up top, they'll have their own escalators inside. Peter: Let's go check those keys.
Melvin Udall: Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City "Sailor wanna hump-hump" bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.
Dr Ray Stantz: Gozer the Gozerian, good evening. As a duly designated representative of the city, county, and state of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest con...
Danny: Second task, power - on the night of the fight, we're gonna throw the switch on Sin City. Basher, it's your show. Basher: You want broke, blind, or bedlam? Danny: How about all three? Basher: Right, it's done.
Kaplan: I don't like it any more than you do, Reed, but listen. Sgt. Reed: You listen to me, you asshole! You're talking about shutting down a major metropolitan police force! Without cops, this city would tear itself apart!
Milt Shaw: Ray Charles. We believe in your talent. We want to be in the Ray Charles business. We've already got you booked on a ten city tour with Roy Milton's Solid Senders and Tangula, the exotic shake dancer. Ahmet Ertegun: She is gorgeous.
Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.
Dwight: [while being rescued from the Tar Pits] Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice. Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.
Dwight: [while kissing Gail] She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts. An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.
Marv: [voiceover] Goldie's dead. I've been framed for murder. The cops are in on it. Cop: [knocks on door] Open up! Police! Marv: I'll be right out. [flicks lighter shut] Marv: [Door is blown off its hinges, taking several cops with it]
Schutz: [Watching Manute torture Gail] We just gotta stand here and watch this? Stuka: What are you kidding me man? I could watch ol' Manute do his thing all night long and not get tired of it. The man's an artist.
Marv: I had to fight some cops. Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you? Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sure.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: [about Antoninus and Spartacus] Let them fight now. Unchain them. Julius Caesar: The entire city's been told, they'll fight tomorrow in the temple of your ancestors. Marcus Licinius Crassus: They will fight now, for me! Here!...
Marcus Licinius Crassus: Are you not aware of Rome's most ancient law? That no General may enter the city at the head of his armed legions? Marcus Publius Glabrus: Sulla did. Marcus Licinius Crassus: Sulla? To the infamy of his name! To the utter dam...
Rembrandt: They think we shot Cyrus. Vermin: What are you talking about? I don't get it. Rembrandt: They think we shot Cyrus. Every gang in the city must be looking for us! Cochise: Holy shit! Rembrandt: We're not gonna be able to make it back!
It's rare that you have a policy issue that can be solved by throwing more money at the problem, but the technology to make bus service more frequent and equip buses with GPS systems that provide real-time schedule updates to bus stops exists and ope...
Money and prices and markets don't give us exact information about how much our suburbs, freeways, and spandex cost. Instead, everything else is giving us accurate information: our beleaguered air and watersheds, our overworked soils, our decimated i...
