Jake Hoyt: Now, listen to me, that girl was being raped. I saw these two fuckin' drug addicts attacking her, and I stopped 'em... Smiley: You lie to me. Jake Hoyt: I would - not - lie to you... Smiley: Don't lie to me! - Don't lie to me! Jake Hoyt: I...
Countess of Rothes: [coming out of her stateroom with a confused look on her face; sees a steward and stops him] Excuse me, why have the engines stopped? I felt a shudder. Steward #1: [calmly] I shouldn't worry, madam. We've likely thrown a propeller...
Emma Frost: You can stop trying to read my mind, sugar. You're never going to get anything from me while I'm like this. [Erik and Charles subdue Emma] Erik Lehnsherr: So then you can just tell us. Where's Shaw? [uses metal to crack Emma's diamond for...
Polexia Aphrodisia: [to William watching Penny Lane] Act One, in which she pretends she doesn't care about him. Polexia Aphrodisia: [sees Russell strumming his guitar and staring at Penny] Act Two, in which he pretends he doesn't care her, but he goe...
Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treas...
In her only departure from her prepared text, Heckler added, “We must conquer AIDS before it affects the heterosexual population and the general population…. We have a very strong public interest in stopping AIDS before it spreads outside the ris...
Your mother hollers that you’re going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don’t stop and hug her and tell her you love her. You don’t thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not -- you vault down down...
Stop being so..." "Charming?Attractive?Irresistible? "I'm going with arrogant.
I'm dead, but I can't stop living.
You need to decide to stop letting their crazy box you in.
Don't allow the circumstances to stop you from pursuing your passion.
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
The p'int of good writing is to know when to stop.
I used to feel like I was drowning. So I stopped trying to swim.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
Cole, for Christ's sake, will you stop staring at me like I'm beefcake of the month?
Come on, don't you ever stop and smell the coffee?
There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more
I'm aware of how unprofessional this is and yet I can't stop myself.
But knowing that things could be worse should not stop us from trying to make them better.
I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped.
