One of my earliest memories was me singing 'Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin' at the top of my voice when I was seven. I got totally carried away. My grandmother, Sarah, was in the next room. I didn't even realise she was there. I was terribly embarrassed...
I want you to begin keeping a calendar of who you see and when: the first day each year you see buttercups, the first day frogs start singing, the last day you see robins in the fall, the first day for grasshoppers. In short, I want you to pay attent...
Peace is a dreamland. Peace is in my imagination. Peace is in my heart. Peace is in my mind forming a singing band. Peace is my best friend always holding my hand. Peace is the only battle I am fighting for with the power of my love.
I don't know why people are so surprised by my live performances. My approach is so simple; every song I sing, every story I tell, every move I make, must move the audience to laughter, tears or inspiration. Otherwise, why should I do it?
I try to be as honest and open as I am with everything that I do because it's just, um, It helps me, you know, like whether it's stand up or singing or act. I just try to stay true.
Democracy is a con game. It’s a word invented to placate people to make them accept a given institution. All institutions sing, ‘We are free.’ The minute you hear ‘freedom’ and ‘democracy’, watch out… because in a truly free nation, n...
At 11, I went to live with my maternal nan and granddad temporarily, after my parents separated, and Nan would let me have a go on her piano. My grandparents were like something out of the Noel Coward play, 'This Happy Breed,' and it was magical to h...
[at the end of "The Bare Necessities"] Baloo: Beautiful! That's real jungle harmony. Mowgli: I like being a bear. Baloo: That's my boy. And you're gonna make one swell bear. Why, you even sing like one.
Beetlejuice: [finishing his used-car style commercial] And remember... [sings and hops back and forth] Beetlejuice: I'll eat anything you want me to eat. I'll swallow anything you want me to swallow. But, come on down and I'll... chew on a dog! Arroo...
I took some voice lessons here and there as a teenager but nothing too serious. I started taking it more seriously when I was in Miss Saigon. I needed to improve my technique in order to survive doing that show as many time a week as I was doing it. ...
Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
[last lines] Driver: Well, sir, going home! T.E. Lawrence: Mm? [realizes that he has been addressed] Driver: Home, sir! [an army lorry passes. It carries Tommies singing a music hall ditty of the period: "Goodbye Dolly, I must leave you... "]
Ursula: [singing] If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet / You've got to pay the toll / Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll! / Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her, boys / The boss is on a roll / This poor unfortunate soul!
Shang: [singing] Let's get down to business to defeat the Huns./Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?/You're the saddest bunch I've ever met,/But you can bet, before we're through/Mister, I'll make a man out of you.
George Banks: [singing] A man has dreams of walking with giants. To carve his niche in the edifice of time. Before the mortar of his seal has a chance to congeal... The cup is dashed from his lips! The flame is snuffed a-borning... He's brought to wr...
Christian: [singing] Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight... you're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me, and please believe me when I say I love you!
Zidler: You're dying, Satine. Satine: [long pause] Another trick, Harold? Zidler: The doctor told us. Satine: Marie? Marie: [silence] Satine: [singing to self] I was a fool to believe, a fool to believe. It all ends today, yes it all ends today.
Jack Skellington: [singing] What's this? What's this? There's color everywhere! What's this? There's white things in the air! What's this? I can't believe my eyes, I must be dreaming; wake up, Jack, this isn't fair! What's this?
Bob Slydell: I'll be honest with you, I love his music. I do. I'm a Michael Bolton fan. For my money, I don't know if it gets any better than when he sings "When a Man Loves a Woman".
Minister: [singing at pilot's funeral] Lord, guard and guide the men who fly through the great spaces in the sky. Be with them always in the air, in darkened storm or sunlight glare. O, hear us when we lift our prayer, for those in peril in the air. ...
Sir John Middleton: Now, Miss Dashwood, it's your turn to entertain us. Elinor Dashwood: Oh no, Sir John, I don't... Sir John Middleton: And I believe I know what key you will sing in. "F" major.
