Marsellus: You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't.
Flora: I know why Mr. Baines can't play the piano. She never gives him a turn. She just plays whatever she pleases and sometimes she doesn't play at all. Stewart: And when is the next lesson? Flora: Tomorrow.
Omar: This were the old way, this says "six Kadan height - " Indiana: About seventy-two inches. Omar: Wait! [turns medallion over] Omar: "And take back one Kadan, to honor the Hebrew God whose ark this is."
Johnson: Don't mess with Jones, man. He'll make sushi out of you. Kinney: Yeah, you better be careful. Man, I hear Jones is a real shark. Bob Morton: [turns to Kinney] Who asked you, twerp?
Joe Gillis: So they were turning after all, those cameras. Life, which can be strangely merciful, had taken pity on Norma Desmond. The dream she had clung to so desperately had enfolded her.
[after Cosmo gives a good idea] R.F. Simpson: Cosmo, remind me to give you a raise. [turns around] Cosmo Brown: Oh, R.F. R.F. Simpson: Yes? Cosmo Brown: Give me a raise.
River Tam: You take care of me, Simon. You've always taken care of me. My turn. [she dives through the closing doors, grabs the medikit, and throws it to Simon just before the doors close]
Anakin Skywalker: You're going to need me on this one, Master. Obi-Wan Kenobi: Oh, I agree. Though it could turn out to just be a wild bantha chase.
Gilbert: I know a boy whose name is Arnie... he's, uh, 'bout to turn 18 and have a big party. I know a boy whose name is Arnie. C'mon down, buddy.
Terence Fletcher: The folder is your fucking responsibility, Tanner. Why would you give it to Neiman? Right? You give a calculator to a fucking retard he's gonna try to turn on a TV with it. Now get your sticks and get your ass on stage.
John: [WALL-E is looking for EVE and bumps into John, turning off his display] What-what the? [Notices WALL-E] WALL.E: [Introducing himself] WALL-E! John: Uhh... John... WALL.E: EE-va? John: [Confused] No? John.
[Erik grabs Shaw's helmet and puts it on] Professor Charles Xavier: Erik, don't do this! Be the better man! If you do this there will be no turning back...! Erik Lehnsherr: Sorry Charles. It's not that I don't trust you...
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There has been an awful lot of time and money spent looking at the president over the last four years The American people saw through those investigations. They voted for the president. And despite all of this time and attention, nothing has turned u...
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I've actually been in situations where I've turned down a lot of money to continue on, in certain shows, or to do something that would have lasted years when I didn't even like it. I didn't want to be in any one spot for years, unless I really believ...
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When I sing, I have a sense of peace, I feel like my brain turns off, and I become the core person of who I am - the essence of me. I feel connected to whatever is out there. It's almost like I leave my body and get to watch.
In our story logic which we're making up, if we're saying he's alive, then like a quadriplegic who's in bed he can move his head and shoulders, but he can't move his arms. If he could just turn on that power to his legs and arms, the nerves could get...
The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself turning to poetry in the way so many people do - to make sense of losses. And I wrote pretty bad poems about it. But it did feel that the poem was ...
