Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.
Bob Sweeney: This racist propaganda, this "Mein Kampf" psychobabble; he learned this nonsense, Murray, and he can unlearn it too. I will not give up on this child yet.
Matt: I know what you think, that I was too lenient, that I let him get away with... [Ruth interrupts him, smashing a plate on the floor] Ruth: EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING!
Officer Coffey: Something wrong? Furious Styles: Something wrong? Yeah. It's just too bad you don't know what it is... *Brother*.
Doc: The time-traveling is just too dangerous. Better that I devote myself to study the other great mystery of the universe: women!
The Stranger: I like your style, Dude. The Dude: Well, I dig your style too, man. Got the whole cowboy thing goin'. The Stranger: Thankee.
Lureen Newsome: Do you think I'm going too fast? Maybe I should put on the brakes? Jack Twist: Fast or slow, I like the direction you're going.
Basque: Thought you didn't eat soup. Ennis Del Mar: Yeah, well I'm sick of beans. Basque: Too early in summer to be sick of beans.
[after Rachael kills Leon] Deckard: Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. It's part of the business. Rachael: I'm not in the business... I *am* the business.
Ken: You from the States? Jimmy: Yeah. But don't hold it against me. Ken: I'll try not to... Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.
Mitch Brenner: Aren't those lovebirds? Melanie Daniels: No, those are, uh, red birds. Mitch Brenner: Oh, I thought they were strawberry finches. Melanie Daniels: Oh, yes. We call them that, too.
[last lines] Man in the street: I'm ready to [beep] Man in the street: my [beep] Man in the street: on. OK? I'm ready to get busy too. You know, I'm ready to get *busy*.
As CNN saw our growth in African-American viewership, they affirmed a fundamental truth of news coverage - people will watch you if they see themselves in what you report. It doesn't hurt if the people doing the reporting look like them, too.
I know there's a creative side to artists to - pardon me - there's a creative side to scientists already, but there may be an artistic side, too, waiting to break free.
From their point of view, I had gone too far. I had to disappear. That is to say, if the Algerian army had not overthrown me, others would have done so.
As a culture, we are not comfortable with mortality. We do not accept it the way other cultures do. We cling to youth, and we don't want to die. It's like, 'Well, too bad, we do.'
Also, most people read fiction as an escape - and I wonder whether my books aren't a bit too grounded in reality to reach the widest possible audience.
It has been said that the Fed's job is to take the punch bowl away just as the party gets going, raising interest rates when the economy is growing too fast and inflation threatens.
This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.
My father would have been spectacularly ill-suited to working for an institution of any kind, and I suspect that, to a lesser degree, that's true of me, too.
Our children see us a certain way, and we want to be seen by them in a certain way. I certainly want to be a strong, stable, loving, consistent presence in my children's lives. But we are human beings, too.
