Jason: Did you want to tell me something, Adam? [Adam turns to Jason as Luigi Castigliane appears behind Jason, staring ominously at Adam] Adam Kesher: This is the girl. Luigi Castigliane: Excellent choice... Adam.
Lisa: [In the diner after being woken at 5 AM and staring at the menu where the options are simply 'breakfast', 'lunch', and 'dinner'] Breakfast? Vinny Gambini: You think? Uh, good choice. Two.
[Ray and Charlie are sitting at a duck pond. Ray is staring off into space] Charlie: Raymond, what are you looking at? The ducks are over here. What are you looking at? Raymond: I don't know.
[Bond stares at the porcelain bulldog statue on M's desk] James Bond: The whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives. M: Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007.
One day I went up to my mom and I said, 'Mom, can I have permission to build a 2.3-million electron-volt atom smasher - a betatron - in the garage?' And my mom stared at me, and she said, 'Sure. Why not? And don't forget to take out the garbage.'
Jim Lovell: Gentlemen, what are your intentions? [Jack Swigert and Fred Haise turn around and stare at Lovell] Jim Lovell: I'd like to go home.
I've always been fascinated and stared at maps for hours as a kid. I've especially been most intrigued by the uninhabited or lonelier places on the planet. Like Greenland, for instance, or just recently flying over Alaska and a chain of icy, mountain...
She was never going to get used to how much the Faeries seem to stare at her, as if dissecting her and examining the little pieces inside her like a science project.~Ever Fire: A Dark Faerie Tale #2
Fear of living on Natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air Got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it's such a friendly word Seems the only way For reaching out again.
Normally he was not one to offer a kiss good-bye on a work-day morning. And Geneviève was not one to demand it. She was surprised. "Oui?" "It could be our last day together in Canada," he murmured, morose, staring out at the rain.
as i sit here in a chaotic silence of the roaming ocean in my mind, the only think that puts me at ease is the memory of you staring back at me. you coiled my fears by letting me inside of the gully of your eyes.
The people were gone, and the years had demolished all traces—but it did not really matter to Kira, who stared steely eyed into the darkness. She had seen far lovelier things fade away.
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?
Just remember that you're on my list, Marcone. Soon as I get done with all the other evils in this town, you won't be the lesser of them anymore." Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, "Eek.
As I stare at it,I can feel little invisible strings,silently tugging me toward it. I have to touch it. I have to wear it. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
He was staring straight ahead, still breathing hard. “I have something I want to give you.” “I gathered that.” At that he jerked his gaze back to hers and almost reluctantly grinned. “Not that.
Now she sat in their dining hall, a book in her lap but unread while she stared blankly across the room.Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.
Cillian's been gone for a while. Like gone, Mal. Won't answer texts or anything." Mal shrugged again, encouraging the apeshit. "Mal. Did. You. Kill. Him." Mal stared at him steadily, then shook his head. Slowly. "Good.
Loneliness struck again, its force doubled by how much she wished it was her family there instead. Then oddly enough, she met the boy's stare and that feeling came again, that this was her family.
Life," Graveworthy said, when he saw Jack was awake and staring at him, "is a series of desperate gambles and boxing matches for the wits, bookended on the one side by events in which one is shot at, and on the other end by mornings like this.
Kneeling before him, Regin murmured, "Don't let that Fegley worm get to you." Still staring ahead, the kid slowed his banging. "There's a good ... male of indeterminate species.
