Quint: Front, bow. Back, stern. If ya don't get it right, squirt, I throw your ass out the little round window on the side.
Professor Henry Higgins: Shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we just throw her out of the window?
Louis: [looking at a model kitchen in a department store window] You could have a kitchen like that someday. It costs dearly, but home always does.
George Banks: Shut the window. That bird is giving me a headache. Ellen: Yes sir. [to the bird] Ellen: Quiet! You're giving the master a headache!
Howard Beale: I want you to go to the window, open it, stick your head out and yell: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore."
Jeff: She wants me to marry her. Stella: That's normal. Jeff: I don't want to. Stella: That's abnormal.
Stella: When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.
Jeff: She's like a queen bee with her pick of the drones. Lisa: I'd say she's doing a woman's hardest job: juggling wolves.
Jeff: She sure is the "eat, drink and be merry" girl. Stella: Yeah, she'll wind up fat, alcoholic and miserable.
Jeff: Would you fix me a sandwich, please? Stella: Yes, I will. And I'll spread a little common sense on the bread.
Lisa: Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that? Jeff: He gets it from the landlady once a month.
Bullet Tooth Tony: I'm driving down the road with your head stuck in my window. What does it look like I'm doin'?
Windows: You guys gonna listen to Garry? You gonna let him give the orders? I mean, he could BE one of those THINGS!
[Finch looks out his window on the morning of November 4] Finch: Tonight's your big night. Are you ready for it?... Are we ready for it?
I love my kitchen. For Manhattan, I have a rather decent-size kitchen, and it has an opening that gives out to the dining room, which has a window with a view of the city and in the distance the Statue of Liberty.
Hopefully, there's a place in music for Tinted Windows. If we're really trying to be iconic, we should just stop right now. If one of us could die, that would also help. But I don't think anybody wants that gig.
The Tinted Windows shows were very fun but it's very different for me as a performer. I'm not playing music - I'm just singing and I missed that. I miss rocking out on keys, drums, guitar... whatever it is.
I have a room dedicated to music and recording. I go there first thing in the morning and just before I go to bed. And it has a window to my street, so I can watch all the crazies walking by.
It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the oc...
On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
When I was a child and came with my elders to Galway for their salmon fishing in the river that rushes past the gaol, I used to look with awe at the window where men were hung, and the dark, closed gate.
