The rising sun managed to peek around the vast column of smoke that forever rose from Ankh-Morpork, City of Cities, illustrating almost up to the edge of space that smoke means progress or, at least, people setting fire to things.
You want to have two guys making out in front of your 4-year-old? It's OK with them. A guy smoking a joint, blowing the smoke into your little kid's face? OK with them. And I'm not exaggerating here. This is exactly what the secular movement stands f...
Frieda: I was saying, tonight you must not smoke such a big cigar. Your voice was very bad at tonight's show. Hans: Please, Frieda, don't tell me what I do. When I want a cigar, I smoke a cigar. I want no orders from a woman.
Father Dominic Moran: [offering Sands a cigarette] Bit of a break from smokin' the Bible, eh? Bobby Sands: [agrees] Father Dominic Moran: Anyone work out which book is the best smoke? Bobby Sands: We only smoke the Lamentations. A right miserable cig...
Little Chris: Fuckin' hell John, do you always walk around with this in your pocket? Big Chris: Hey! You use language like that again son, you'll wish you hadn't!
Dean: He's got the guns. Go ahead. You get them. Gary: Why me? Dean: You're supposed to be the hard case. Gary: [shrieks] You get the guns. I drive the car!
JD: I do know your reputation. So I choose my words very carefully. You tell Harry to go fuck himself. Big Chris: Now... I'll put that on a shock. Only once.
Paul: Come take a look at this. Traffic Warden: Take a look at what, exactly? Paul: Well, the van's half-full. So all I have to do is fill it up, put you in it, [knocks him out] Paul: and I'm off.
Kid #3: My Mommy says smoking kills. Nick Naylor: Oh, is your Mommy a doctor? Kid #3: No. Nick Naylor: A scientific researcher of some kind? Kid #3: No. Nick Naylor: Well, then she's hardly a credible expert, is she?
Professor X: Logan, my tolerance for your smoking in the mansion notwithstanding, continue smoking that in here, and you'll spend the rest of your days under the belief that you're a six-year-old girl. Wolverine: You'd do that? Professor X: I'd have ...
Jaguar Paw: The heart... for Smoke Frog. Smoke Frog: Thank you. Jaguar Paw: This liver for Curl Nose. Curl Nose: Thank you. Jaguar Paw: Cocoa Leaf... the ears. Cocoa Leaf: Thank you. Jaguar Paw: And for you Blunted... the balls. Blunted: Not this aga...
We smoked a lot of cloves.
I smoke, isn't that terrible?
It never occurs to any of these balloons that someone smoking on school premises isn’t rebelling against the system, we’re not even thinking about the system, we just want a fag. It’s a survival technique, a lot of teachers smoke but no one’s...
The door opened. She looked in the mirror and suppressed a curse. Slipping in behind some tourists, that winged shadow was back again. Karou rose and made for the bathroom, where she took the note that Kishmish had come to deliver. Again it bore a si...
Eddie: They're armed. Soap: What was that? Armed? What do you mean armed? Armed with what? Eddie: Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with? Guns, you tit!
"Hatchet" Harry: You must be Eddie, J.D.'s son. Eddie: Yeah. You must be Harry. Sorry, didn't know your father. "Hatchet" Harry: Never mind son, you just might meet him if you carry on like that.
John: Jesus, Plank, couldn't you have got smokeless cartridges? I can't see a bloody thi - Ah! Shit! I've been shot! Dog: I don't fucking believe this! Can everyone stop gettin' shot?
JD: So, you in the clear? More importantly, am I? Eddie: It appears so. JD: Appears? You'd have to do better than fucking appears, my friend. Eddie: Well everybody's dead, Dad. I think that's about as clear as it can get.
Beautiful men and women with distorted shadows came and scorched their handprints onto doors before vanishing skyward, drafts of heat billowing behind them with the whumph of unseen wings. Here and there, feathers fell, and they were like tufts of wh...
Allí, junto a Akiva, incluso mientras hablaban de guerra, ciudades sitiadas y enemistad duradera, se sentía atraída hacia su inmensidad y calidez, como si fuera al mismo tiempo lugar y persona, y, contra cualquier lógica, exactamente donde se sup...
