[first lines] Skeleton Man: Get rid of them! I don't want to see them! Fat Lady: Darling, don't be difficult! Let's take our sweet lovely children on an outing.
Chi Fu: Order. People, order. Citizen: I'll have a pan-fried noodle. Chien-Po: Ooh, ooh, sweet-and-pungent shrimp. Citizen: Moo goo gai pan. Chi Fu: That's not funny.
[Avner has become an unofficial agent for Mossad] Ephraim: You want the last of the baklava? Avner: No. Ephraim: Smart decision. You should avoid sweets. After all, you just signed away your dental insurance.
[last lines] Waitress: Excuse me, but are you Paul Sheldon? Paul Sheldon: Yes. Waitress: I just wanted to tell you I'm your number one fan. Paul Sheldon: That's... very sweet of you...
Steven Connolly: [not realizing he's speaking to Barbara, who has snatched and answered Sheba's mobile phone] Where are ya? I've been dreamin' about your hot, sweet cunt all morning'!
Harmonica: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweet water. Jill: [with tears] I hope you'll come back someday. Harmonica: Someday!
Lorenzo St. DuBois: Love Power! Talkin' 'bout Love Power! The Power of a Sweet Flower... is gonna rule the Earth! [prances] Lorenzo St. DuBois: And there'll be a Great Rebirth! Love is the Power that is mine...
Young Tyrone: I told you I would make it Mama. Tyrone's Mother: Oh, you don't have to make anything, my sweet, you just have to love your mother.
Smell: I loved when you gave me that cake, that was sweet. Did you make it yourself? Shaun: [bashfully] Ya Smell: You didn't make it yourself, did you? Shaun: [laughing] No
Why don't women have respect for themselves nowadays? What happen to the woman who learned her grandmama's recipes and made her man sweet potato pie? I tell you, they don't make 'em like they used to. Will my real women stand up, please?
When you see something that is technically sweet, you go ahead and do it and you argue about what to do about it only after you have had your technical success. That is the way it was with the atomic bomb.
I hear that 5 o'clock whistle in my mind like Fred Flintstone and I have to stop. I'm also not much of a morning writer. I have a sweet spot from about 11am to 4pm. But I really work during that time.
I often begin movies with music in my head; it's a very important dimension to me. Not just the music itself, but how to use music in film: when and how and subtlety. I don't like to be too sweet in my stories, and I like the abrasive clang, the cont...
Jane Burnham: Could he be any more pathetic? Angela Hayes: I think it's sweet. And I think he and your mother have not had sex in a long time.
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily.
If you're constantly making yourself available to people's whims, your time will become less valuable. Keep your backbone in any relationship - make sure you're not so dedicated to it, and it shall stay sweet forever.
A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume...
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
It was really tough as a kid going to a Braves game. It was a guaranteed loss. You're looking at 100 losses a year. I was a huge baseball fan, played it for quite a while. But when '91 happened, with Smoltz and Glavine, it turned around, and I will s...
You really get the most out of sweet corn if you pick the corn off the stalk and rush it to a pot of boiling water. The longer you wait, the more sugar you lose. But if you get it in the first half hour, that is the sweetest corn ever.
To live in denial of caring deeply, to hold oneself back from speaking from the heart as a means of self protection, to speak in whispers, to describe what you have together as "this." Oh the sweet sadness of forbidden love.
