Dr. Will Gruber: If I shot you John, you're immortal? Would you survive this? John Oldman: I never said I was immortal, just old. I might die. And then you could wonder the rest of your incarcerated life what you shot...
Liberty Valance: [shouting] Hashslinger; you out here? High Pockets: I'd say that was Liberty Valance there now; wouldn't you? Ransom Stoddard: Yes, I would. Kaintuck: W-w-we'll be seein' you, Mr. Stoddard.
Doc Willoughby: [very drunk] My advice to you as uh... Dutton Peabody: Coroner. Doc Willoughby: and uh your personal phys... Dutton Peabody: Physician! Doc Willoughby: is to get your supper and go to bed. No charge.
Hallie: One steak for Mr. Peabody, with fixins'. Nora Ericson: Steak, beans, potatoes... Peter Ericson: And a deep dish apple pie. Nora Ericson: Someday he order something different and we all faint dead away.
Cross-examining Lawyer: Mister Cogburn, in your four years as US Marshal, how many men have you shot? Rooster Cogburn: Shot? Or killed? Cross-examining Lawyer: Let us restrict it to killed so we may have a manageable figure!
Nowadays shots are created in post-production, on computers. It's not really photography.
Sometimes it's the toughest moments that you learn the most about yourself, and the more you know yourself, the less you are willing to give away.
Wraith snorted. "Cowards. Seriously. Who brings a gun to a knife fight? That's cheating." "You don't have a gun?" Kynan asked. Wraith made a face of digust. "It's not very sporting to shoot people." "So you're saying that you didn't shoot the people ...
Ransom Stoddard: [looking into Doniphon's coffin, angrily] Where are his boots? Undertaker: Well, I thought... well, they was an awful nice pair of boots, almost brand new, and I thought... Ransom Stoddard: Put his boots on, Clute. And his gun belt, ...
Floyd: It's Liberty! He - he's hurt! [Doc approaches Valance's body] Floyd: It's Liberty. Doc Willoughby: Whiskey, quick. Person on street: Here, sir. Doc Willoughby: [takes a drink, turns Valances body over with his foot] Dead. [walks off]
I'm not wild about hand-held shots.
'Finding Nemo' was originally shot in 3D.
Every shot that kills ricochets.
...Why haven’t we had sex in six days?” “Because you have a bullet wound.” She cocked her head. Devin braced himself for the barrage of bullshit she was about to spew. “Last I checked, I didn’t get shot in the pussy; I got shot in the arm...
To sit down on a chair and read my books with all my friends at school is my right. To see each and every human being with a smile of happiness is my wish. I am Malala. My world has changed but I have not.
Let us pick up our books and our pens,” I said. “They are our most powerful weapons. One child, one teacher, one book and one pen can change the world.
Our men think earning money and ordering around others is where power lies. They don't think power is in the hands of the woman who takes care of everyone all day long, and gives birth to their children.
Though we loved school, we hadn't realized how important education was until the Taliban tried to stop us. Going to school, reading and doing our homework wasn't just a way of passing time, it was our future.
She walked around the edge of the table to position her next shot. As she pulled her cue back she was confident that she would only need one more shot after this. But as she started her forward motion, Ben leaned over. "Look at this picture," he said...
I offered you a choice, and you took it." I shot him what I hoped was a truly scathing glare. "Some choice. I was dying. Some drunk shot me from a pickup. Why wouldn't I have just woken up with gonorrhea like every other girl of loose moral fiber?
If you dread ending up in the bunker, practice these tricky out-of-the-sand shots until you master them. Think of it as insurance—we all have learned that, once you know you can make that shot easily, you will seldom need to!
