The baseball fights, you don't ever see the squaring off like you do in hockey, and in some instances, that's where baseball fights can be potentially more dangerous because you've got guys running all over the place and people throwing punches at yo...
People come up to me on the street and make some little joke - like they'll say, 'Excuse me, sir, what time is it?' And I'll say, you know, '5:15,' and they'll say, 'Hey! Made you talk!' And that's merely a way of saying, 'I know your work and I like...
I'm the type of person that doesn't like to wait for people to do things for me, and I never want to feel stuck. Why sit around and be like, 'I wish my label would book me some studio time,' if I can just buy my own studio equipment and figure out ho...
Every congresswoman surely endures the same strains that drive some of her male colleagues to have affairs: lots of travel, families far away, heady work that makes a domestic routine seem distant and boring. But the stakes are much higher for women,...
In spite of the opinions of certain narrow-minded people, who would shut up the human race upon this globe, as within some magic circle it must never outstep, we shall one day travel to the moon, the planets, and the stars, with the same facility, ra...
Mention the gothic, and many readers will probably picture gloomy castles and an assortment of sinister Victoriana. However, the truth is that the gothic genre has continued to flourish and evolve since the days of Bram Stoker, producing some of its ...
Sylvie: That's no reason to get a divorce! With a rich husband and this year's clothes, you won't find it difficult to make some new friends. Reggie Lampert: Look, I admit I came to Paris to escape American Provincial, but that doesn't mean I'm ready...
Wife: Did he say 'cock stain'? What the fuck is cock stain? Husband: I don't know. That's some white freaky stuff. White boys get white women to do everything. You wanna do a cock stain?
Randal Graves: I don't mind people snickering at the stupid uniform I've gotta wear, but I'll be damned if I let some self-righteous lucky turd come in here and treat me and Dante like we're a couple of fucking porch monkeys!
Mae Braddock: Maybe I understand, some, about having to fight. So you just remember who you are... you're the Bulldog of Bergen, and the Pride of New Jersey, you're everybody's hope, and the kids' hero, and you are the champion of my heart, James J. ...
Mountain Man: What do you want to do now? Toothless Man: [grinning] He got a real pretty mouth ain't he? Mountain Man: That's the truth Toothless Man: [to Ed] You gonna do some prayin' for me, boy. And you better pray good.
Hardenberg: I admit that some of what you say is true, but I'm the wrong person to be blamed for. Yes, I've been playing the game but I didn't make up the rules. Peter: It's not who invented the gun, man. It's who pulls the trigger.
Jan: For all revolutions, one thing is clear... even if some didn't work, the most important thing is that the best ideas survived. The same goes for personal revolts. What turns out good, what survives in you that makes you stronger.
Fortunato: I hate those human rights mantras! "You can't touch the scumbag..." "You can't touch the scumbag..." "Here, have some candy, scumbag..." "Take those flowers, dealer!" What a joke!
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime, grab some dinner, maybe? Vampira: You mean a date? I thought you were a fag. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: No, no, I'm just a transvestite.
Boy Mordred: You seek what Arthur wants? That thing they call the Grail? Perceval: I do. Boy Mordred: Then follow me. [Mordred leads him to the tree where the decomposing bodies of some of the other quest knights are] Boy Mordred: They were looking f...
[David brings some new clothes for Leeloo - she examines them with delight, then casually strips off her robe - David and Cornelius quickly turn around] David: They really made her... Priest Vito Cornelius: Perfect. I know.
Officer Olson: Hiya, Norm. How ya doin', Margie? How's the fricasse? Marge Gunderson: Pretty darn good, ya want some? Officer Olson: No, I gotta - hey, Norm, I thought you were goin' fishin' up at Mille Lacs? Norm Gunderson: Yah, after lunch.
[watching Dr. Gonzo leave] Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Raoul Duke: There's a uh, big machine in the sky, some kind of, I dunno, electric snake, coming straight at us. Dr. Gonzo: Shoot it. Raoul Duke: Not yet, I want to study its habits.
Raoul Duke: In some circles, the Mint 400 is a far far better thing than the Superbowl, the Kentucky Derby, and the lower Oakland roller derby finals all rolled into one. This race attracts a very special breed.
