When you are making a record and if you spend too much time over it, you have to record it a tone lower or cut the tones lower because you can't reach some of the notes, I find this. But when you go on stage, you have to put the key up and it really ...
I have kind of a weird technique with zucchini. I cut it into small cubes; sweat it in olive oil, adding just a little oil at time so it crisps. Then I cover it with boiling water, not stock, which really brings out the flavor of the zucchini, add le...
Dryden: Benefits of being section chief. I'd know if anyone had been promoted to double-oh status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills, and it takes... James Bond: Two. [cuts to Bond fighting Dryden's contact]
Insp. Thomas: [answers phone] Thomas... Yes, that's right... Is this some sort of bloody joke?... What, now? Personally? Oh, yes, I'll... [cut to Thomas arriving at 10 Downing Street, the residence of the British Prime Minister]
Mina Harker: How did Lucy die? Was she in great pain? Professor Abraham Van Helsing: Yeah, she was in great pain! Then we cut off her head, and drove a stake through her heart, and burned it, and then she found peace.
Secretary of Labor: The Department of Labor wishes to note that the workers of Freedonia are demanding shorter hours. Rufus T. Firefly: Very well, we'll give them shorter hours. We'll start by cutting their lunch hour to 20 minutes.
Queen Mary: When I look at you I see nothing of the king, only that whore, your mother. My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head. Elizabeth: Your Majesty forgets he was also my father.
Nikolai Luzhin: [referring to Soyka] Okay. Now I'm going to do his teeth and cut off his fingers. You might want to leave room. [Nikolai motions for Azim to go away, and then puts out his cigarette on his tongue]
[a laser is about to cut Bond in half] James Bond: I think you made your point. Thank you for the demonstration. Auric Goldfinger: Choose your next witticism carefully Mr. Bond, it may be your last.
George Aaronow: I'm no fuckin' good. Ricky Roma: Hey, cut that shit George. You're a good man, you just hit a bad streak. George Aaronow: You think so?
Mayor Vaughn: Fellows, let's be reasonable, huh? This is not the time or the place to perform some kind of a half-assed autopsy on a fish... And I'm not going to stand here and see that thing cut open and see that little Kintner boy spill out all ove...
Sara: This is a Remington 870. One blast could cut you the fuck in half. Joe: In half. Yeah, that's telling. You're holding a gun, I say I'm not afraid, so you describe the gun to me. It's not the gun I'm not afraid of.
Slevin: I'm gonna say the same thing any man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses to the right or left. Lindsey: What's that? [cuts to Boss's penthouse] Slevin: Yes.
[Nobutada is shamed by Imperial Guards who cut off his top knot and take his swords, leaving him in a heap in the street] Algren: C'mon, I'll take you home. Nobutada: Jolly good.
Eddie: I got laid off when they closed that asbestos factory, and wouldn't you know it, the army cuts my disability pension because they said that the plate in my head wasn't big enough.
Ellen Griswold: [leaving the house] I turned off the water, the stove, the heat and the air, locked the door, notified the police, stopped the papers. I called to get the grass cut. Did I put the timers on the living-room lights?
[Vizzini has just cut the rope The Dread Pirate Roberts is climbing up] Vizzini: HE DIDN'T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE. Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Dutch: Hey Billy, give me a way out of this hole. Aerial says we are cut off. Billy: The only way outta here is that valley that leads to the east. But I wouldn't risk that on a broke-dick dog. Dutch: Not much choice.
Petey Jones: [Sunshine is running his hand through his newly-cut hair] Hey now, all that rubbin' ain't gonna make them golden locks grow back no faster, now, you know that, right?
Herbie Hawkins: He ran plunk right into the propeller of an airplane. Joseph Newton: Ooh boy! Herbie Hawkins: Cut him all to pieces. Had to identify him by his clothes. His shirts were all initialed.
Brick Top: Listen, you fucking fringe, if I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking, and I'll cut your fucking Jacobs off.
