Have you ever experienced a beauty of soul, an esthetic grace, that was so intense it made you want to cry?" From Central Park Song ( A Screenplay )
A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love.
So when people go to the park this summer, they are not going to have the same quality of a visit. There is not going to be a ranger out on the trail to tell them about the important cultural and historic areas within the Olympic National Park.
I'm very boring, really: I live on the Upper East Side, a block from the park. I have three kids. I go for a jog around the park every day with my dog.
Cecil Parkes: Rachmaninov? Are you sure? David: Kind of. I'm not really sure about anything. Cecil Parkes: The Rach 3. It's monumental. David: It's a mountain. The hardest piece you could everest play.
Sheila Broflovski: What the heck is a rimjob? Mrs. Cartman: Why, that's where you put your legs behind your head and let someone lick your ass.
Stan: Wait, before we put a message out, do a search on the word clitoris. Kyle: Hmm OK Found: 8,000,000 pages found with the word clitoris.
The Mole: Now, did you bring the mirror? Stan: Check! The Mole: Did you bring the rope? Stan: Check! The Mole: Did you bring the buttfor? Stan: What's a buttfor? The Mole: For pooping, silly.
The Mole: If anything goes wrong, make a sound like a dying giraffe. Stan: What's a dying giraffe sound like? The Mole: WUUUUUaahhh! WUUUaaaaaaahhhhh!
[In bed together] Satan: Is sex the only thing that matters to you? Saddam Hussein: I love you.
Newscaster: It's been six weeks since Saddam Hussein was killed by a pack of wild boars and the world is still glad to be rid of him.
Cartman, Kyle, Stan: [singing] Why did our mothers start this war? What the fuck are they fighting for? When did this song become a marathon?
Terrence: Now, Phillip, did you learn something in all this? Phillip: I did, Terrence. I learned that you're a boner-biting, dick-fart, fuck-face! [they laugh]
Saddam Hussein: [torturing Kenny] Yeah Yeah, men, this is getting me so hot. Rub my nipples while I torture this little piggy
Sheila Broslofski: Gentlemen, do you have any last words? Phillip: Last words? How's aboot: "Get me the fuck out of this chair!" How's that for last words?
Stan: Hey, guys. Do you know where I can find the clitoris? Kyle: The what? Cartman: What, is that like finding Jesus or something?
Satan: You have spilled the blood of the innocent. Now begins two million years of Darkness. Chef: Oh, good job Mrs. Broslofski. Thanks a lot!
[the brothers race around the mall parking lot] Elwood: We'll be all right if we can just get back on the expressway. Jake: This don't look like no expressway to me! Elwood: Don't yell at me. Jake: Well whadda you want me to do, Motorhead? Elwood: Tr...
Classical music's ability to translate emotional themes is fantastic.
The comedian sticks as religiously to her theme as a dancer sticks to a diet.
The finder of his theme will be at no loss for words.
