David Kleinfeld: Fuck you and your self-righteous code of the goddamn streets. Did it pull you out of a 30 year stint in only 5 years? No, it didn't, I did. Did it get you acquitted 4 fucking times? No, it didn't, I did, so fuck you, fuck the streets...
Matt Buckner: I've never lived closer to danger, but I've never felt safer. I've never felt more confident, and people could spot it from a mile away. And as for this, the violence? I gotta be honest - it grew on me. Once you've taken a few punches a...
Tre Styles: [knocking on Sheryl's door] Sheryl! Come on! [Sheryl enters] Tre Styles: Keep your baby off the street. She gonna get hit one of these days. Sheryl: You got some blow? You got some rock? I'll suck your dick. Tre Styles: Just keep the baby...
Broadway Man on Street: "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." [sees Riggan] Broadway Man on Str...
All stories are love stories.
I find folding laundry very relaxing.
Getting recognized on the street is fine, but I never really wanted to be famous.
I've sold my records outta shopping carts on the street.
I've always belonged to the street, and I always will. It's in my DNA.
Don't believe everything you hear on the street.
I broke up the band in the office in Gerrard Street.
The road to Easy Street goes through the sewer.
I love Mardi Gras. I'm a street rat.
I don't even know what street Canada is on.
It was only literally hours after the wedding when he felt he didn't have to keep up the facade.
An iron? Was he kidding? God
This is Bourbon Street, isn’t it? Where’s the freakin’ bourbon?
In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.
Help the man-in-the-street make sense of the bewildering.
He spent the afternoon alone in the streets.
I was told there would be riots in the streets, but there were no riots.
