Christopher "Chris" Wilton: [He stands on the window sill of his future flat and looks down] Have I told you I'm afraid of heights? Chloe Hewett Wilton: Really? Christopher "Chris" Wilton: Yeah. Chloe Hewett Wilton: That could be a problem [Chris sni...
Morpheus: To your left there is a window: open it... use the scaffold to get to the roof. Neo: No way. No way. This is crazy. Morpheus: There are two ways out of that building: one is that scaffold, the other is in their custody. You take a chance ei...
Poolside Woman: Oh... that's who you keep looking out the window for? Llewelyn Moss: Half... Poolside Woman: What else then...? Llewelyn Moss: Just looking for what's coming... Poolside Woman: Yeah... But no one ever sees that coming...
Jill: [stares at Harmonica from her window] Cheyenne. What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing? Cheyenne: He's whittling on a piece of wood. I got a feeling that when he stops whittling, something's gonna happen.
Stella: We've become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change. Yes sir. How's that for a bit of homespun philosophy? Jeff: Readers Digest, April 1939. Stella: Well, I only quote from the ...
Lisa: Jeff, you know if someone came in here, they wouldn't believe what they'd see? You and me with long faces plunged into despair because we find out a man didn't kill his wife. We're two of the most frightening ghouls I've ever known.
Jeff: I've seen bickering and family quarrels and mysterious trips at night, and knives and saws and ropes, and now since last evening, not a sign of the wife. How do you explain that? Lisa: Maybe she died. Jeff: Where's the doctor? Where's the under...
Jeff: What about the knife and saw I saw him wrapping up in newspaper? Lt. Doyle: Do you own a saw? Jeff: Well... yeah. At home in my garage, I keep... Lt. Doyle: How many people did you cut up with it?
[M arrives at her home and prepares a drink when she suddenly hears the sound of glass clanging from behind her. She sees a silhouette of Bond near the window] M: Where the hell have you been? James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.
Army General: [shouting] You told us that windows 98 would be faster, and more efficient with better access to the internet! Bill Gates: It IS faster! Over five million... [General shoots Bill Gates and everyone cheers]
Combo's Ex-Girlfriend: What you mean before you went to prison and ruined everything? I'm going to be late for work. You can keep your little box. [Puts the handcrafted gift on the dashboard and leaves the car] Combo: [Starts crying and beats his hea...
[Holding the others at bay with a flamethrower, MacReady tosses a coil of rope amongst them] Clark: What have you got in mind, MacReady? MacReady: A little test. Windows, you and Palmer tie everybody down real tight. Childs: What for? MacReady: For y...
Laurie Juspeczyk: [after rolling down the cab window] I'm sorry. I invited you out to dinner to catch up and have a few laughs... but there don't seem to be many laughs around these days. Dan Dreiberg: What do you expect? The Comedian's dead.
The views of the Earth are really beautiful. If you've ever seen a space IMAX movie, that's really what it looks like. I wish I'd had more time just to sit and look out the window with a map, but our science program kept us very busy in the lab most ...
Dr Malcolm Sayer: What we do know is that, as the chemical window closed, another awakening took place; that the human spirit is more powerful than any drug - and THAT is what needs to be nourished: with work, play, friendship, family. THESE are the ...
[showing Charles one of his window equations] Nash: This is a group playing touch football. This is a flock of pigeons fighting over bread crumbs. And this is a woman chasing a man who stole her purse. Charles: John, you watched a mugging. That's wei...
These people live again in print as intensely as when their images were captured on old dry plates of sixty years ago... I am walking in their alleys, standing in their rooms and sheds and workshops, looking in and out of their windows. Any they in t...
From a building right in front of my windows, I can observe the speed of the sunrises and sunsets. The voices of children playing, laughing, yelling, and crying on the playground crawl up to the eighth floor, where I write. Their voices sound so inno...
I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross r...
When the Romantic Novelists' Association was founded 35 years ago (in 1960) the image was of pink fluffy bimbos. Now, the view of life through rose-coloured spectacles has gone out of the window. A realistic background and certainly a more realistic ...
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw...
