L. Ron Bumquist: I'm not really sure I can answer that, but what I can say is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass... she'd have one hell of a trip!
Diego: [playing peek-a-boo] Where's the baby?... There he is! [the baby's only reaction is blinking; it is so startled it's quieted] Diego: Where's the baby?... there he is! Manny: [the baby begins crying again] Stop it, you're scaring him!
Glyptodont: So, where's Eddie? Glyptodont: Oh, he said something about being on the verge of an evolutionary breakthrough. Glyptodont: Really? [Eddie is seen running off a cliff in the background] Eddie: Look, I'm flying! [thud] Glyptodont: Some brea...
Carl: I can't believe it. Fresh wild greens? Frank. Where did you ever? Frank: Go ahead - dig in... Carl: A dandelion! I thought the frost wiped 'em all out. Frank: [singsong voice] All but one.
Diego: [examining the ground] You didn't miss them by much. It's still green, they headed north two hours ago. Sid: [mimicking with sticks in his mouth] It's still green, they headed north two hours ago.
Sid: Hey, you rhinos, you have really small brains. Did you know that? It's just a fact, no offense. I mean, you probably don't even know what I'm talking about.
Sid: This is gonna be the best migration ever! I'm gonna show you all my favorite watering holes. And I turn brown when the fungus in my fur dries out! Manfred: It sounds very attractive.
Marcus Brody: The search for the Grail is the search for the divine in all of us. But if you want facts, Indy, I've none to give you. At my age, I'm prepared to take a few things on faith.
Edna: Men at Robert's age are often unstable... prone to weakness. Helen: What are you saying? Edna: Do you know where he is? Helen: Of course... Edna: Do you *know* where he is?
John Oldman: Bathing was the style until the Middle Ages, and the church told us it was sinful to wash away God's dirt. So people were sewn into their underwear in October, and they popped out in April.
Nemo age 5: Daddy says you can predict exactly where Mars will be in the sky, even in a hundred years. But the funny thing is that daddy doesn't know what will happen to him ten minutes from now.
[after seeing Taylor shave off his beard] Lucius: Why did you do that? Scrape off your hair? George Taylor: In my world, when I left it, only kids your age wore beards.
Nick Naylor: Polly works for the Moderation Council. A casual drinker by the age of 14, Polly quickly developed a tolerance usually reserved for Irish dockworkers. In our world, she's the woman that got the pope to endorse red wine.
Rose: [Rose is pointing out certain people to Jack before dinner] That's John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it?
The year 2100 will see eugenics universally established. In past ages, the law governing the survival of the fittest roughly weeded out the less desirable strains. Then man's new sense of pity began to interfere with the ruthless workings of nature. ...
I would like to do my own daily talk show. Wisdom is the gift of ageing; no young person can have or buy it. My success was and is self-evident. I'm alive. I've lived. I've thrived and have grown as a person. I'm now healthier than ever. Who can argu...
In high fashion, we're always accused of doing things that are not very relevant, not the real world. I know that it's important sometimes to do fantasy, but I felt like touching people and going back to different women and men, especially the idea o...
Italian prime minister Silvio Berlusconi looks in the mirror and sees a playboy of the old school. And men such as Dominique Strauss-Kahn, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Charlie Sheen no doubt look at Berlusconi and think, 'Role model!' Women, of course,...
Marty McFly, Jr.: [re: the tiny pizza from Pizza Hut] Grandma, when it's ready, could you just shove it in my mouth? Middle-Aged Marty: Don't you be a smart-ass!
Alma Del Mar Jr. - Age 19: [Surveying her father's meager living conditions] Daddy, you need more furniture. Ennis Del Mar: Yeah, well... if you got nothin', you don't need nothin'.
Worse than that, however, was the CFO, a dapper-suited, neat-haired new age carapace containing an uninhibited misogynistic bogan, whose actual words to me, in concert with my boss in the same room were: 'To be successful you have to accept that week...
