Ask yourself this question: Of this had been a white child found dead in a black neighborhood, would they be knocking on every door? 'Yes, sir.' Searching high and low? 'Yes, indeed.' It this had been a white child, would they paint him as a sinner a...
Sir Hugh Greene is the man I hold most responsible for the state of our country today. For 11 years hardly a week went by without a sniping reference to me. And he gave access to anyone who was prepared to say anything morally subversive.
Sir, I see a lot of documents in my day-to-day business, and I can't tell you every document that I've seen. It may have passed across my desk. It may not have passed across my desk. I truthfully cannot answer that question, other than to say I don't...
McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time ...
I tend to discourage people from calling me 'Sir Ian,' because I don't like being separated out from the rest of the population. Of course, it can be useful if you're writing an official letter, like trying to get a visa or something passed through P...
I had to think long and hard about what it would imply, what it would mean. Would it mean any alterations of one's lifestyle? Or, more than that, the way that people regarded you? The way they reacted to you if you had a Sir in front of your name?
Capt. Harrison Byers: [during a tour of spacious judges' quarters] I trust you'll be comfortable in this room, sir. Judge Dan Haywood: Captain, I have no doubt that the entire state of Maine would be comfortable in this room!
Saavik: Trouble with the nebula, sir. All that static discharge and gas will cloud our visual display. Tactical won't function, and shields will be useless! Spock: Sauce for the goose, Mr Saavik - the odds will be even!
Clarice Starling: But I thought the "yourself" reference was too hokey for Lecter, so I figured he's from Baltimore, and I looked in the phone book, and there's a "Your Self Storage" facility, right outside of downtown Baltimore, sir.
The Joker: Gotham City Cathedral, transportation for two. Helicopter Goon: Right away, sir? The Joker: Five minutes. Helicopter Goon: Five minutes. [Joker raises his head to look at the top of the Cathedral] The Joker: Better make it ten.
Albert Mondego: May I ask who you are, Sir? Count of Monte Cristo: For the present your friend, tomorrow your host, for the short time formality stands between us, the Count of Monte Cristo.
Justin Quayle: Arnold Bluhm is gay, Bernard. Gay men don't rape their women friends. Sir Bernard Pellegrin: [bemused] Well, I've known one or two very savage queens in my time.
Rick: How can you close me up? On what grounds? Captain Renault: I'm shocked... shocked to find that gambling is going on in there. Croupier: Your winnings sir. Captain Renault: [sotto voce] Oh, thank you very much.
Lord Arthur Holmwood: Forgive me, sir. My life is hers - I would give my last drop of blood to save her. Van Helsing: The last drop? Thank you, you're very welcome here.
Barnhardt: Tell me, Hilda, does all this frighten you? Does it make you feel insecure? Hilda: Yes, sir, it certainly does. Barnhardt: That's good, Hilda. I'm glad.
Sir Francis Walsingham: [how a wise man would change allegiance] There are but two choices: he would get into bed with either Spain or France. Mary of Guise: [laughs, then smiles wickedly] And... whose bed would you prefer?
[Arthur and Lancelot are fighting at their first encounter] Lancelot: Your rage has unbalanced you. You, sir, would fight to the death, against a knight who is not your enemy. Over a stretch of road you could easily ride around. Arthur: So be it. To ...
Forrest Gump: [in the Watergate hotel; on phone with security] Yeah, sir, you might want to send a maintenance man over to that office across the way. The lights are off, and they must be looking for a fuse box, 'cause them flashlights, they keep me ...
T.H.E. Rock: You're going home now. Crazy Earl: Semper fi. Donlon: We're mean marines, sir. Private Eightball: Go easy, bros. Animal Mother: Better you than me.
Kaffee: [Stops Dawson as he is leaving the courtroom] Harold. Dawson: Sir? Kaffee: You don't need to wear a patch on your arm to have honor. Dawson: Ten-hut! [salutes] Dawson: There's an officer on deck.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Excuse me, sir, you're standing on my sleeve. J.M. Barrie: [moves his foot and looks down to face Michael] Am I? So sorry. I might point out you're lying under my bench.
