[Uncle Lewis lights his cigar accidentally burns the Christmas tree] Clark: Lewis? My tree! Uncle Lewis: So what's the matter with you? Clark: Look what you've done to my tree!
Old Waiter: [Hearing one side of a phone conversation] Hey Max, who's your favorite uncle? Okay, your second favorite uncle? Okay never mind, just listen...
Somebody needs to be in charge! They may not always like what you’re doing, but press on!
Uncle Billy: [drunk] Where's my hat? Where's my hat? [George takes it off Billy's head and hands it to him] Uncle Billy: Oh, oh thankyou, George. Which is mine? George Bailey: The middle one.
Uncle Willie: [leering at Liz] Ah Ms. Embry, you're a vision of lovliness. May I offer you a cocktail? Or champagne? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh champagne, I've never had enough. Uncle Willie: You will... tonight.
Uncle Willie: [hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump] Dinah Lord: What's wrong? Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.
Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what? Scar: I despise guessing games. Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock. Scar: Oh, goody. Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh. Scar: Yes. Well, forgive ...
Prosecutor: Something must be done! War would mean a prohibitive increase in our taxes. Chicolini: Hey, I got an uncle lives in Taxes. Prosecutor: No, I'm talking about taxes - money, dollars! Chicolini: Dollars! There's-a where my uncle lives! Dolla...
C. K. Dexter Haven: Hello friends and enemies. Uncle Willie: Young man, remove yourself! C. K. Dexter Haven: How are you, sir? Uncle Willie: I don't know. Get along! Get along!
Nala: Have you guys seen Simba? Timon: I thought he was with you. Nala: He was but now I can't find him. Where is he? Rafiki: [chuckles] You won't find him here. The King has returned. Nala: I don't believe it. He's gone back. Timon: What? [looks up ...
Marwood: Where is he? Withnail: Sulking up the hill. He says he won't come in for lunch without an apology. Marwood: Suits me, he can eat his fucking radish. Uncle Monty: [suddenly appearing at Marwood's shoulder] It's all your fault. You lead him as...
Instead of selling other countries weapons, we should sell them candles. Maybe then instead of singing the praises of war, they’d start singing Happy Birthday. And I don’t know anybody, not even my bully of an uncle, Uncle Sam, who wants to start...
Bert: It reminds me of me brother. He got a nice cushy job at a watch factory. Uncle Albert: At a watch factory? What does he do? Bert: He stands about all day... and makes faces! Uncle Albert: [laughing hysterically] He makes faces in a watch factor...
Uncle Charlie: How was church, Charlie? Did you count the house? Turn anybody away? Young Charlie: No. Room enough for everyone. Uncle Charlie: Well, I'm glad to hear that. The show's been running such a long time, I thought maybe attendance might be...
Uncle Charlie: I got in the habit of carrying a lot of cash with me when I was traveling. Mr. Green: Dangerous habit, Mr. Oakley. Uncle Charlie: Never lost a penny in my life, Mr. Green. I guess heaven takes care of fools and scoundrels.
Growing up, I would say, when we were racing go-karts back in the day, it was always our uncle. We were always looking up to our uncle. I mean, he won the Daytona 500, he's a very well-respected man, and we've always looked up to that.
I have to find a place to hide An island in the sea Surrounded by a racing tide Where I can live with me
Oh. Yeah, um…” I was pretty sure I matched a fire truck. “He’s a heavy sleeper.” “I’m sure he is.” Dominic stepped back. “If you wish to join your uncle, I’ll be waiting outside. You should have time to get ready. Your uncle is a�...
If only Uncle Monty knew what we know," Violet said, "and Stephano knew that he knew what we know. But Uncle Monty doesn't know what we know, and Stephano knows that he doesn't know what we know." "I know," Klause said. "I know you know," Violet said
Do you understand the theory of that affair? replied my father. Not I, quoth my uncle. —But you have some ideas, said my father, of what you talk about.— No more than my horse, replied my uncle
I was not very strong growing up, and my uncle used to look at me, like, 'This kid is not growing up, he is growing tall but he can be broken like a banana.' The banana in Congo is called 'Dikembe.' So my uncle start calling me, 'Dikembe, Dikembe, lo...
