[testing his rocket boots for the first time] Tony Stark: Okay, let's do this right. Start mark, half a meter and to the right. Dummy, look alive, you're on standby for fire safety. You, roll it. Activate hand controls... okay, we're gonna start off ...
Ricardo Morales: The worst part is I'm starting to forget. I have to constantly make myself remember her. Every day. The day she was killed, Liliana made me tea with lemon. I'd been coughing all night and she said it would help. I remember those stup...
Action: We've gotta show them who's on top! Joyboy: The Jets! Action: Let's do it now! Baby John: Hey, haven't we had enough? Action: What's the matter; you scared? Baby John: Well... who're you callin' scared? A-Rab: Lay off of him. Action: Mind you...
Mitzi: [as Felicia starts painting over the graffiti on their bus, which is stranded in the middle of nowhere] Purple? Felicia: It's not *purple*, it's *lavender*. Whaddaya think? Mitzi: It's nice... in a hideous sort of a way. Mitzi: [to Bernadette,...
Natasha Romanoff: Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe. [as the Helicarrier starts to power up, Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner walk to the edge] Steve Rogers: Is this a submarine? Bruce Banne...
Will Bloom: You know about icebergs, dad? Senior Ed Bloom: Do I? I saw an iceberg once. They were hauling it down to Texas for drinking water. They didn't count on there being an elephant frozen inside. The wooly kind. A mammoth. Will Bloom: Dad! Sen...
Lydia Harris: [over the phone] Is this a bad time? Bob: [pauses] No, it's always a good time. Lydia Harris: The burgundy carpet is out of stock: it's going to take twelve weeks. Did you like any of the other colors? Bob: Whatever you like - I'm just ...
Batman: [taps the Bat-signal] Nice. Jim Gordon: I couldn't find any mob bosses. Batman: Well, Sergeant? Jim Gordon: Oh, it's Lieutenant now. You really started something. Bent cops running scared, hope on the streets. Batman: But? Jim Gordon: We stil...
Have you got something against faith?” “Have you got something against reason?
That’s some heavy painkillers in your drug stash.” “Well I’m in pain, aren’t I?
Who will read these poems when the people are gone?
You are all made of real poop.
Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed.
Nothing is Impossible. The word "impossible" itself reads "I'm Possible"!
I can read. A little. I kind of protested it in School(TM). On the grounds that the silent 'E' is stupid.
My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.
She had her addictions and one of them was reading.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.
There's a book of poetry in the lines of my hands that no one wants to read
Read it wisely, Little One, for the power of ignorance is great.
I was passionate about reading from an early age, and I would always be carrying a different book each week.
