Uncle Billy: [drunk] Where's my hat? Where's my hat? [George takes it off Billy's head and hands it to him] Uncle Billy: Oh, oh thankyou, George. Which is mine? George Bailey: The middle one.
Uncle Billy: On boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I feel so good I could spit in Potter's eye! I think I will, I think I will!
George Bailey: We're all excited around here. My brother just got the Congressional Medal of Honour. The President just decorated him. Carter: Well, I guess they do for those things.
Mr. Potter: [Harry's won the Congressional Medal of Honour] How does slacker George feel about that? Uncle Billy: Very jealous, very jealous. He only lost three buttons off his vest.
George Bailey: Did you put the envelope in your pocket? Uncle Billy: Maybe, maybe, maybe. George Bailey: Maybe, maybe! I don't want any maybe, look we've got to find that money.
Batman: [while under attack] To the Batmobile! [the Bad Guys shoot at the Batmobile, blowing it up] Batman: Dang it... Wonder Woman: To the Invisible Jet! [the Bad Guys shoot at an empty space next to the Batmobile, causing an explosion] Wonder Woman...
[opening lines] Walter Fane: Hello. Kitty Garstin: Hello. Walter Fane: Say, I was wondering... Kitty Garstin: What? Walter Fane: Sorry. I - I was wondering if you'd like to dance. Kitty Garstin: Why not?
Love is a big thing - it's part of who you become, how you grow up. I had a wonderful husband, and I'm very lucky I have a second wonderful husband. You know, some people don't even score the first time.
Tony Stark: [trying to fix a John Deere tractor] Hello, dear. I wonder what I can do for you? Nick Fury: Here's a hint: don't bring it to life.
I know I should be Wonder Woman. They need an international actress - a fresh face. They need a woman who's tall, athletic and dark-haired - and an actress who can play the part. That's me. So, I'm coming to L.A. to work hard and meet the industry. A...
Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train. I am not inspired; nothing so uncomfortable as that. I am never seized with a sudden idea for a masterpiece, nor form a sudden plan for some new enterprise. My thoughts are just pleasantly reflective. I t...
You and I live at a moment of history that is simultaneously terrible and wonderful. Terrible because of the condition of the society in which we are destined to live out our lives. Wonderful because of the unprecedented opportunities to make a diffe...
Author wonders whether God's proclamation of His natural mastery when appearing to Job might be about restoring a sense of wonder to world-weary man as much as humbling him.
When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.
I was still searching for someone to blame for my suffering. I really wanted someone to transfer my hate to, so that I could stop hating myself.
You can't love your mother or father if you don't also have the capacity to grieve their deaths and, perhaps even more so, grieve parts of their lives.
If the second dinosaur to the left of the tall cycad tree had not happened to sneeze and thereby fail to catch the tiny, shrew-like ancestor of all the mammals, we should none of us be here.
He (the British soldier) is generally beloved by two sorts of Companion, in whores and lice, for both these Vermin are great admirers of a Scarlet Coat.
There is a song from this old movie called Arth where a man asks a woman, “You are smiling so much, there must be a deep pain that you're hiding.” I wonder what your deep pains are and I wonder how I have failed you.
Welcome to His poem. His play. His novel. Skip the bowls of fruit and statues. Let the page flick your thumbs. This is His spoken word.
[My father] was handsome and tanned and smelled wonderful, like a mix of the ocean and fresh-cut grass, except when he smoked his pipe, which also smelled wonderful, as how I thought wisdom must smell, when it curls about your head.
