But it is nice to know that you have other races lined up, because sometimes you can get so focused on your next marathon that it can become kind of unhealthy in some ways. So it's nice to have something else to slap you in the face and say, all righ...
he had kidded with us that if we didn't let go at the proper moment, he would slap our hands with a stick, and we had all laughed because who would be silly enough to hang on when they should let go?
Kim: [threatening Jim with Edward's scissors] STOP IT! Or I'll kill you myself! Jim: [Jim slaps her and kicks her away] Bullshit! Jim: [to Edward who is approaching Kim] Hey, I said stay away from her!
Jane: I was only doing what I was told to do. Frank: Like make love to me? Jane: [gasps] FRANK! [slaps him across the face]
[to Elizabeth] Jack Sparrow: Where's the medallion? Elizabeth: Wretch. [attempts to slap him] Jack Sparrow: [grabs her wrist] Ah, where is dear William? Elizabeth: Will. Will Turner: Elizabeth. Jack Sparrow: Monkey!
Wyatt Earp: You skin that smoke wagon and we'll see what happens! Johnny Tyler: Listen mister, I'm getting awful tired of your... [Wyatt slaps him] Wyatt Earp: Are you gonna do something? Or just stand there and bleed?
[after Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover and slaps him] Paul Smecker: What are you doing? Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle. Paul Smecker: Cuddle? What a fag.
You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for making faces, but then he said it with his eyes, and there were limits to correction—no way, in the end, to penetrate behind the blue irises and ...
Behave," Kurt said, and slapped her buttocks. "Didn't I tell you to be still? Your job is to focus on my will and let me use your body. It's here for my pleasure, remember?
Too bad for any parent who has become accustomed to ruling by force, because at some point the kids just get too big to slap around.
Happiness is corny. It is a word you do not find in Dorland's medical dictionary. When people are feeling tops, really at peace with themselves and others, they are not happy. In the medical sense, in that condition they are thought of not as happy, ...
We've had drive-by shootings. I've been spat on, slapped, shot at. One guy tried to stab me with a broken beer bottle. But the way we look at it, if people do the worst they can, we'll still wake up in glory.
Become a worry-slapper. Treat frets like mosquitoes. Do you procrastinate when a bloodsucking bug lights on your skin? 'I'll take care of it in a moment.' Of course you don't! You give the critter the slap it deserves. Be equally decisive with anxiet...
What the mortgage bubble was all about was big banks like Goldman Sachs taking big bundles of subprime mortgages that were lent out largely to low-income, highly risky borrowers, and applying this kind of magic-pixie-dust math to these bundles of sec...
Even if every major government were to slap huge taxes on carbon fuels - which is not going to happen - it wouldn't do much to halt climate change any time soon. What it would do is cost us hundreds of billions - if not trillions - of dollars, becaus...
At school I was very shy and coincidentally inherited the title 'little miss worry guts,' and that was just among the staff. I learned early on that I could make people laugh, and as my small neat body betrayed me by growing to dizzying heights, I us...
Lord Victor Quartermaine: How on earth would those tiny-minded buffoons ever catch such a big rabbit? Lady Tottington: Mr. Wallace? Wallace: Um... with a big trap! [Gromit slaps his face] Mr. Crock: By Jove, he... he's got it!
Delmar O'Donnell: I'm gonna visit those foreclosing son-of-a-guns at the Indianola Savings & Loan, slap that money on the barrelhead and buy back the family farm. You ain't no kind of man if you ain't got land.
Woody: You actually think you're *the* Buzz Lightyear? Hey, look, everybody! It's the *real* Buzz Lightyear! Buzz: You're mocking me, aren't you? Woody: Oh no, no no no, no. - Buzz look, an alien! Buzz: Where? Woody: [slaps knee and laughs hoarsely]
Private Henry Hook: [Throws Sergeant Maxfield across his shoulder] Twenty eight days field punishment! No pay! You know what he did? Sent my money to my Missus. [Slaps Sereant Maxfield's buttocks] Private Henry Hook: What did you do that for?
If I were doing a real rock show, slapping the phone book in time to the music, grooving with the songs, then it would matter to know how I felt about what I was playing. You can't fake it in that situation. But I'm just counting them down as they ap...
