His name was Tom Tombstone, and if he had a middle name it was probably Death. But I didn’t call him Tom, or even Mr. Tombstone, because he introduced himself as Robert Winston. And I wondered how this stranger could shake my hand, look me in the e...
Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of ea...
You try to make the most of each day. I'm not big into setting real specific goals. I think, really, if you just focus on every day - and I know that's the oldest cliche in the book, but it really is true. Day 1 of camp means just as much as Day 17 o...
Once, when Tom was over here, to tease Rose, I asked him, "Before she was born, can you remember? Were things just the same as they are these days? Did it still rain and get dark and all the stuff it does now? Did the sun go up and down in exactly th...
Ferris: Dad, all this talking has made me kinda light headed, I think I oughta lie down. Tom Bueller: Take a bath. Then wrap a hot towel around your head. Ferris: Wrap a hot towel around my head? Tom Bueller: And then make yourself some soup, get a n...
Tom Hagen: When I meet with Tattaglia's men, should I insist all their drug middlemen have clean records? Don Corleone: Mention it, don't insist. But Barzini will know that without being told. Tom Hagen: You mean Tattaglia... Don Corleone: Tattaglia ...
[Tom Hagen goes Christmas shopping, and meets Sollozzo] Sollozzo: I want to talk to you. Tom Hagen: [stepping aside] I haven't got time... Sollozzo: Make time, Consigliore! [Hagen finds himself trapped between Sollozzo and a hood] Sollozzo: What are ...
Edie Stall: What is it? Tom Stall: I remember the moment I knew you were in love with me. I saw it in your eyes. I can still see it. Edie Stall: 'Course you can, I still love you. Tom Stall: I'm the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive. Edie Stall: You are ...
Ruben: Got to frisk you. Tom Stall: Nah, I'll save you the trouble. I'm not packing. Ruben: I got to frisk you. Tom Stall: All right. I don't smell very good... I've been driving pretty much non-stop fifteen to sixteen hours. Ruben: I'll hold my nose...
Tom Baxter: I guess I have to get a job. Cecilia: That's not gonna be so easy either - right now the whole country's out of work. Tom Baxter: Well, then, we'll live on love. We'll have to make some concessions, but so what? We'll have each other Ceci...
Tom Baxter: Cecilia, it's clear how miserable you are with your husband. And if he hits you again, you tell me. I'd be forced to knock his teeth out. Cecilia: I don't think that'd be such a good idea. He's big. Tom Baxter: I'm sorry. It's written int...
Reverend Barney Hood: And now for my next trick, the piece de resistance, I present to you an empty glass. I will now fill this glass with milk. Chris Cawsey: Would it work better with whiskey, Vicar? Reverend Barney Hood: Nothing works better with w...
Ron Carlisle: Take, Tootsie. Dorothy Michaels: Ron? I have a name it's Dorothy. It's not Tootsie or Toots or Sweetie or Honey or Doll. Ron Carlisle: Oh, Christ. Dorothy Michaels: No, just Dorothy. Alan's always Alan, Tom's always Tom and John's alway...
Tom: Look, we don't have to put a label on it. That's fine. I get it. But, you know, I just... I need some consistency. Summer: I know. Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently. Summer: And I can't give yo...
Narrator: As he listened, Tom began to realize that these stories weren't routinely told. These were stories one had to earn. He could feel the wall coming down. He wondered if anyone else had made it this far. Which is why the next six words changed...
Tom: It's official. I'm in love with Summer. [while Montage of Summer plays] Tom: I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she s...
Narrator: For Tom Hansen, this was the night where everything changed. That wall Summer so often hid behind - the wall of distance, of space, of casual - that wall was slowly coming down. For here was Tom, in her world... a place few had been invited...
McKenzie: Methinks the lady doth protest too much. Summer: The lady dothn't. There's no such thing as love. It's a fantasy. Tom: Well, I think you're wrong. Summer: Okay. Well... What is it that I'm missing then? Tom: I think you know it when you fee...
I'm an insomniac. Ambien is my best friend.
I look like I have beriberi and scurvy.
Yeah, it's risky, but no more risky than driving a car.
