Dixie Pollitt: Why is Uncle Brick on the floor? Brick Pollitt: Because I tried to kill your Aunt Maggie. But I failed. And I fell.
[first lines] Azim: He says "Christmas." So I say to him, [in Turkish] Azim: "Should we go shopping?" [English] Azim: The kid's 16. He says, "But uncle, it's Christmas."
Ed Rooney: [Whistling for the dog with a vase in his hands] Come here doggy! Look what Uncle Ed's got for you, you little fucker!
Peter McCallister: The only flying that I ever did as a kid was in the family station wagon. It wasn't to France. We used to have to go over to Aunt Laura and Uncle Arthur's house.
[after seeing that Harry Potter has been expelled from Hogwarts] Uncle Vernon Dursley: [baring his teeth and barely able to keep his composure] *Justice*.
Uncle Billy: They're putting us out of business. So what? I can get another job, I'm only 55. Cousin Tilly: 56!
Timon: [of the decimated Pride Rock] We're gonna fight your uncle... for this? Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home. Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.
Galen: I know I'm just your uncle, not a parent, but uh, you can tell me things if need to. Neckbone: I can tell you this helmet smells like my duck butter.
Father: What do you think? Should I, should I take Uncle Szymon's portrait? Mother: Take it, don't take it, take what you like! [sigh] Mother: Can't you see I'm worried sick?
Jack Graham: Charlie, think. How much do you know about your uncle? Young Charlie Newton: Why, he's my mother's brother.
Marta: Can we really keep the puppet show, Uncle Max? Max: Of course. Why else do you think I had Professor Cohen send the bill to your father?
[first lines] [seeing a horseman in the distance] Aaron Edwards: Ethan? Debbie Edwards: Hush, Prince. Lucy Edwards: That's your Uncle Ethan! Martha Edwards: [he approaches] Welcome home, Ethan!
Ben Edwards: Uncle Ethan, will you tell us about the war? Ethan: Oh, the war ended three years ago, boy. Ben Edwards: It has? Then why didn't you come home before now?
Uncle Monty: Indeed, I remember my first agent. Raymond Duck. This dreadful little Israelite. Four floors up on the Charing Cross road and never a job at the top of them.
[first lines] Dorothy: She isn't coming yet, Toto. Did she hurt you? She tried to, didn't she? Come on. We'll go tell Uncle Henry and Auntie Em.
We live in a world where we have friends, neighbors, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, people we journey with for years who are gay. And we need to love, affirm and all of us together work on the real problems that we have in the world.
My parents had normal jobs, and I didn't just want to work all day, and so I thought if I could break into music I wouldn't have to work all day. And I had an uncle who was on Broadway, so I was like, 'I have to be able to sing.'
I keep two sentimental mementos on my desk to remind me of two favorite men. There is an inkwell that my Uncle Seymour made, a brass grotesque he mounted on a marble base. And my grandfather's shaving cup is there, used to store pencils and pens.
Uncle Nikolai: I have been in three different prisons, Montgomery. Three different countries. And you know what I learned? I learned prison is a bad place to be.
During my youth, the idea of moving from Lebanon was unthinkable. Then I began to realise I might have to go, like my grandfather, uncles and others who left for America, Egypt, Australia, Cuba.
By interviewing at least one veteran, you can preserve memories that otherwise might be lost. My uncle was a downed fighter pilot and P.O.W. in World War II, and I am looking forward to recording his story for inclusion in the project.
