Sarah Connor: [answers the phone] Hello? Matt Buchanan: First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one, then run my tongue down your neck to your bare, gleaming breasts. And then slowly... slowly pull your jeans off inch by inch. Sarah Co...
A mule who goes in search of a fine set of antlers, will come back with his ears cut off:
There are some who say that you should forgive everyone, even the people who have disappointed you immeasurably. There are others who say you should not forgive anyone, and should stomp off in a huff no matter how many times they apologize. Of these ...
Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful ...
[seeing Sacha hung from a girder, Tania begins to run outside] Vasilli: Tania, no! Tania: No, get off me. Get off me! Vasilli: It's what he wants. This is what he wants. Tania: Get off me! Let me go! Vasilli: No! He'll kill you. He'll kill you and th...
[King Arthur has just cut the Black Knight's last leg off] Black Knight: All right, we'll call it a draw. King Arthur: [Preparing to leave] Come, Patsy. [King Arthur and Patsy ride off] Black Knight: [calling after King Arthur] Oh, oh, I see! Running...
Lieutenant Schrank: [as they exit] Say goodbye to the nice boys, Krupke. Officer Krupke: Goodbye, boys. Snowboy: [mimicking Krupke] "Goodbye, boys." Action: [mimicking Shranke] "You hoodlums don't own the streets." Snowboy: "Go play in the park!" Act...
Jeff Bebe: I can't say anymore with the writer here. Russell Hammond: No, no, no. You can trust him, you can say whatever you want. Jeff Bebe: I work just as hard or harder than anybody on that stage. You know what I do? I connect. I get people off. ...
The mother-in-law shows you her thighs without shame, you are the embarrassed one.
Show me your wife and I will tell you what kind of a husband she has.
The young magpie that pulls feathers out of his mother thinks that he is showing gratitude in that way.
Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it's like tearing off the bandages.
She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.
Everyone is a Wordsworth in certain moods, and every traveler seeks out places that every traveler has missed.
MacKinnon captures this is in her succinct lesson on the grammar of pornography and male dominance: 'Man fucks woman; subject verb object.
I had an amazing childhood, lots of love. But my dad worked his tail off, getting up at 4 in the morning and going off at 5, 6 o'clock, yet he always had time to spend with his kids and his wife.
There was a sound like a garbage bag of pudding dropped off a tall building onto a sidewalk. Robert had erupted, chunks slapping off the walls in every direction.
Putting off an easy thing makes it hard, and putting off a hard one makes it impossible.
You're something, alright." I laughed into his bare chest, my eyes closing. "I'm your something..." His voice trailed off into a wisper as I drifted off.
The man she wanted existed only in the romantic novels she was reading. She had met him. But he would never meet her.
Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it's hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don't want to climb off of it.
