The thing about New York is, more than any other place I've ever been, you run into people on the street that you would never imagine you'd see, old friends, people just like there for a day or two. I find that all the time when I'm walking around Ma...
I was conscious of being wordy as a child. I was a terrible talker. I memorised the Latin names of flowers at five; I was shown off as a freak. My father encouraged me to be wordier than I was: he'd been a street orator at the time of Mosley, and his...
People come up to me on the street and make some little joke - like they'll say, 'Excuse me, sir, what time is it?' And I'll say, you know, '5:15,' and they'll say, 'Hey! Made you talk!' And that's merely a way of saying, 'I know your work and I like...
People quote lines to me all the time. I'm always surprised - everybody has a favorite movie, and they're always different. I'm always shocked. People stop me on the street and throw lines at me from 'Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight' and 'Deep Spa...
Pachanga: Carlito man, it's Death Valley out here man... you know me, I'll take to the streets with any of these motherfuckers man, but these new kids now days, they got no respect for human life. They shotgun you just to see you fly in the air.
[Nemo and Marlin are heading off to Nemo's first day of school, they stop at a busy traffic street] Marlin: Wait, wait... [Red fish darts out and uses its color as a stop light, Nemo and Marlin cross] Marlin: Hold my fin, hold my fin!
Gandhi: [in South Africa] You mean you can appoint Mr. Baker as your attorney but you can't walk down the street with him? Kahn: Well, I can, but I risk being kicked into the gutter by someone less holy than Mr. Baker.
Marley: You live down the street from me right?, You know anytime you see you can always say hello, you don't have to be afraid. A lot of stuff has been said about me, none of it's true.
Mary: You look at me as if you didn't know me. George Bailey: Well, I don't. Mary: You pass me on the street almost every day. George Bailey: Me? Naw, that was a little girl named Mary Hatch, that wasn't you.
[the new Prime Minister has just arrived in Number Ten Downing Street] Annie: Would you like to meet your household staff? Prime Minister: Yes, I would like that very much, indeed. Anything to put off actually running the country.
Cass: You were gonna ask me for money? Who the hell do you think you're dealing with, some old slut on 42nd Street? In case you didn't happen to notice it, ya big Texas longhorn bull, I'm one helluva gorgeous chick!
Leonard Shelby: Hi. Uh, Lincoln Street? Waiter: Oh, you just take the main road... Leonard Shelby: Hang on, let me write this down. Waiter: Oh, it's easy. You just... Leonard Shelby: Trust me, I need to write this down.
Alfred, Macy janitor: Yeah, there's a lot of bad 'isms' floatin' around this world, but one of the worst is commercialism. Make a buck, make a buck. Even in Brooklyn it's the same - don't care what Christmas stands for, just make a buck, make a buck.
Fred Gailey: Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to. Don't you see? It's not just Kris that's on trial, it's everything he stands for. It's kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles.
Fred Gailey: Look Doris, someday you're going to find that your way of facing this realistic world just doesn't work. And when you do, don't overlook those lovely intangibles. You'll discover those are the only things that are worthwhile.
Lou Bloom: Bloody? Nina Romina: Well, graphic. The best and clearest way that I can phrase it for you, to capture the spirit of what we air, is think of our news cast as a screaming woman running down the street with her throat cut. Lou Bloom: I unde...
Nancy: Help! I've got him! Hey, Daddy! I've Got him trapped! Help! Where are you? Sgt. Parker: Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's under control! Nancy: Get my dad, you asshole!
Cop #3: [after seeing the crime scene in Glen's room] What the HELL did that, Lieutenant? Donald: I don't know. What's the coroner got to say? Cop #3: He's been in the John pukin' since he saw it.
Marge: [to Nancy] He's dead, honey, because Mommy killed him. [Reveals Freddy's glove] Marge: I even took his knives. So it's okay now. [Puts her hands on Nancy's knees] Marge: You can sleep.
Rod Lane: I probably could have saved her if I'd have moved sooner. But I thought it was just another nightmare, like the one I had the night before. There was... there was this guy; he had knives for fingers.
Mr. Koreander: The video arcade is down the street. Here we just sell small rectangular objects. They're called books. They require a little effort on your part, and make no bee-bee-bee-bee-beeps. On your way please.
