George Bailey: Mary Hatch, why in the world did you ever marry a guy like me? Mary: To keep from being an old maid! George Bailey: You could have married Sam Wainright, or anybody else in town... Mary: I didn't want to marry anybody else in town. I w...
Freddy Eynsford-Hill: [singing] I have often walked down this street before; but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high, knowing I'm on the street where you live... Are there lilac trees in the heart ...
It's okay to be happy.
Women are small and fragile...yet the power they hold, is unmeasureable.
The world is so big and words are so small!
I'm used to being a small part of a massive production.
This is one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.
I know many great actors who have small heads.
The Beatles, the Small Faces and the Kinks were great bands, but that was in the '60s.
Be the measure great or small, let it be honest in every part.
The city is like a great house, and the house in its turn a small city.
Leadership comes in small acts as well as bold strokes.
I'm under five feet; I'm very small, 4'11 1/2.
I'm not an academic, but I've always loved poetry since I've been small.
Terrorism is like jujitsu: The small players win if they make the large player use his strength against himself.
I couldn't help thinkin' if she was as far out o' town as she was out o' tune, she wouldn't get back in a day.
Even in those cities which seem to enjoy the blessings of peace, and where the arts florish, the inhabitants are devoured by envy, cares and anxieties, which are greater plagues than any expirienced in a town when it is under siege.
Danny strolled to the town common, sat on one of the benches in Teenytown and took one of the bottles out of the bag, looking down on it like Hamlet with Yorick's skull
The world needed a little Evil, so Good had something to compare itself to, but you couldn't let it think it had the right-of-way on the road and an invitation to dinner.
The Sweets rarely set foot on the avenues. They'd always lived on the street-side of town, where duct tape held everything together and WD-40 stopped the squeaks.
What is your name?" asked Lear. Caius," said Kent. And whence do you hail?" From Bonking, sire." Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
