Once upon a time there was a Queen who had a son so ugly and so misshapen that it was long disputed whether he had human form. A fairy who was at his birth said, however, that he would be very amiable for all that, since he would have uncommon good s...
Blondie: [counting Angel Eyes' men] One, two, three, four, five, and six. Six, the perfect number. Angel Eyes: I thought three was the perfect number. Blondie: I've got six more bullets in my gun.
Tuco: You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass.
Tuco: You want to know who you are? Huh? You want to know who's son you are? You don't, I do, everybody does... you're the son of a thousand fathers, all bastards like you.
[a dying man has information Tuco wants] Tuco: Don't die, I'll get you water. Stay there. Don't move, I'll get you water. Don't die until later.
Angel Eyes: [Tuco is about to be hanged] Even a filthy beggar like that has got a protecting angel. [He sees Blondie watching] Angel Eyes: A golden-haired angel watches over him
Tuco: I would like to piss, it's rough. I've been shaking up in this train nearly ten hours now. Cpl. Wallace: You smell like a pig already. Let's try not to make things any worse.
Maria: Is that you Bill? Bill! [She runs into a dark room and is grabbed by Angel Eyes] Maria: Who are you? What do you want with me? Angel Eyes: Go on talking about Bill Carson.
Tuco: [to Corporal Wallace] I told you once, friend, if I ever get you down, you're going to need a lot of help to get back up again!
Tex: Man, it's gonna piss on us all night. Gonna put a serious case of crotch rot on that ugly face of yours, Junior. Junior: Goddamn, man. You break your ass for the white man. No justice, right?
Brigitta: I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw! Kurt: Brigitta, you shouldn't say that! Brigitta: Why not? Don't you think it's ugly? Kurt: Of course, but Fraulein Helga's was ugliest.
This is the thing I have with awards: If awards would make your movie more pretty, I would really get super excited about it. But your movie's done. You get awards, you don't get awards... They don't make your movie more ugly or pretty.
Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As a evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the f...
There is no night porter wandering about in King's. The authorities pay you the compliment, ugly gate-crasher, of treating you as a grown-up. And since we are not grown-up you and I, we will perform our midnight frolics as the inmates burn the midnig...
The fact that Ridge has been honest in his conversations with me is not something he did wrong. The fact that he has feelings for me also isn’t wrong, when you know exactly how much he’s fought those feelings. People can’t control matters of th...
Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.' 'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit. 'Sometimes,' sai...
Grady Fuson: Artie, who do you like? Art Howe: I like Perez. He's got a classy swing, its a real clean stroke. Scout Barry: He can't hit a curve ball. Art Howe: Yea, there's some work to be done, I'll admit that. Scout Barry: Yea there is. Art Howe: ...
Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was because the moon was more patient. In life and nature, Bosch thought, darkness...
Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing--strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugl...
I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed out my words. I want to get all fucked up and write raw and ugly about all these things I see and am and could be.
Men don't rape women because their women are ugly," cousin Jostien said, but there was a protest at his words. "That's what my fa said! He says that inside their hearts and spirits they are nothing but little men who need to feel powerful.
