Ana Pascal: I won't be paying, Mr. Crick. No matter how big the percent. Harold Crick: No, I know. But the percent determines how big your cell is.
Harold Crick: You keep your files like this? Ana Pascal: No, actually I'm quite fastidious. I put them in this box just to screw with you.
Ana Pascal: Mr. Crick, it was a really awful day. I know, I made sure of it. So pick up the cookie, dip it in the milk, and eat it.
Penny Escher: Man in tweed? Kay Eiffel: There's nothing wrong with him, he just likes looking at sick people. Penny Escher: Oddly spoken with disdain.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Is it Theodore? Ichabod Crane: No. Pardon, miss, I am only a stranger. Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Then have a kiss on account.
Senator Morton: You had no trouble, of course, with the police once they verified your alibi? Guy Haines: When an alibi is full of bourbon, sir, it can't stand up.
Minister: [Last Lines] I beg your pardon, but aren't you Guy Haines? [Guy and Anne get up and walk away without saying a word to the man]
We couldn't be making as much money, if we had to deal with stranger behaviour. And right now, anybody who slows down our economic productivity, off they go. We have a place for them, the psychiatric institution. That's the main thing, they slow thin...
The power of affinity lies in its mystery: the way it stands outside everything logical; you step into a crowded room and see a stranger, and somehow you feel you know her better than you know the friends you came with.
Arthur Conan Doyle was entranced by the notion of a brilliant detective who can deduce everything a stranger has been up to from the merest clue, and yet can't have a trusting relationship with his closest friend.
The Browning love story? It is an ideal, all too rare, and yet I hardly think it strange. It would have been far stranger had the fates allowed those two brilliant passionate souls to beat themselves out in silence.
I'd rather hang out with five people that I love than with 400 strangers at a club who are all doing the up-and-down inspection thing. They appraise everybody from head to toe - the outfit, the handbag, the shoes, how much they weigh... I can't stand...
Tom: People should be able to say how they feel - how they really feel - not, you know, some words that some strangers put in their mouths.
Young Ed Bloom: [voice over narration] I was the biggest thing Ashton had ever seen. Until one day, a stranger arrived.
Have more humility. Remember you don't know the limits of your own abilities. Successful or not, if you keep pushing beyond yourself, you will enrich your own life – and maybe even please a few strangers.
If had a penny for every strange look I've gotten from strangers on the street I'd have about 10 to 15 dollars, which is a lot when you're dealing with pennies.
Suddenly you're surrounded by strangers who want something from you. The thing is, they don't know what they want, and you don't know what they want, unless it's an autograph, and you just sort of stand there grinning at one another.
It's a good fact to meet a stranger,but unfortunate when they have bad intentions in meeting you after the fact. Just know you have been a loyal from the beginning.
In a media culture, we not only judge strangers by how they look but by the images of how they look. So we want attractive pictures of our heroes and repulsive images of our enemies.
Our eyes and brains pretty consistently like some human forms better than others. Shown photos of strangers, even babies look longer at the faces adults rank the best-looking.
You think the only people who are people, are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew you never knew." - Pocahontas
