[the bohemians are rehearsing a play that resembles a certain musical that begins with a nun singing atop a hill] Toulouse-Lautrec: [singing] The hills are made with the euphonious symphonies of descant... Doctor: I don't think a nun would say that a...
[first lines] Maria: [singing] The hills are alive with the sound of music / With songs they have sung for a thousand years. / The hills fill my heart with the sound of music. / My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
Mrs. Lovett: [singing] With the price of meat, wot it is, when you get it, if you get it. Sweeney Todd: [suddenly understands] Ah! Mrs. Lovett: [singing] Good ya got it.
Satan: [singing] What if you remain a sandy little butthole? Saddam Hussein: [singing] Hey, Satan, don't be such a twit / Mother Teresa won't have shit on me.
[Jane has just finished singing as an adult] Jane: [happily] You certainly can play, can't you? Edwin Flagg: [proudly] And you *certainly can* sing!
Singing is a way of releasing an emotion that you sometimes can't portray when you're acting. And music moves your soul, so music is the source of the most intense emotions you can feel. When you hear a song and you're acting it's incredible. But whe...
Cogsworth: [singing] Well, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before. Chip: What? Mrs. Potts: [singing] There may be something there that wasn't there before. Chip: *What's* there, Mama? Mrs. Potts: Shh. I'll tell you when you're older...
In preparing my thesis, I have had the pleasure of collecting testimonies from colleagues such as Placido Domingo but also from singing teachers and musicologists. The entire course of study has confirmed what I already thought, that the value and me...
Singing for stage, if you don't hear yourself, that's when you push, and that's when you can hurt your voice sometimes. So if I can hear myself in my ear, it really helps me to find that balance of how loud I needed to be singing.
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares. And you sing, you sing. That star-enchanted song falls through the air From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound, Darts ...
Many women are singing together of this: one is in a shoe factory cursing the machine, one is at the aquarium tending a seal, one is dull at the wheel of her Ford, one is at the toll gate collecting, one is tying the cord of a calf in Arizona, one is...
That's a nice song,' said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It's an old soldiers' song,' he said. Really, sarge? But it's about angels.' Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to ris...
Scuttle: [Flying blissfully close to the wedding barge, as he hums the Wedding March] Vanessa: [singing in Ariel's Voice, to the tune of "Poor Unfortunate Souls"] What a lovely little bride I'll make/ My dear I'll look divine. Vanessa: [Chuckles, the...
In life, there are no mistakes, only lessons.
Every pain is a lesson.
Lightning doesn’t thunder twice. Let that be a lesson in love.
Delayed gratification is a sweet lesson whose teacher knows the best is not right now, it is yet to be.
They're all true. They all could have happened.
I took acting and elocution lessons, to get rid of my Sicilian accent.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
Defeat has its lessons as well as victory.
