[Korben shows up at Father Cornelius' door with an unconscious Leeloo in his arms] Priest Vito Cornelius: Yes? Korben Dallas: I'm, uh, looking for a priest. Priest Vito Cornelius: Weddings are one floor down, my son. Congratulations.
Rhah: Elias didn't ask you to fight his battles for him. And if there's a heaven, and, God, I hope there is, I know he's sitting up there drunk as a fucking monkey and smoking shit, 'cause he done left his pains down here.
[first lines] [on-screen caption: Sunday] [boy falls in the water, then floats up] Zavodila: Jump as we agreed! Who climbs down the ladder is a cowardly wanker. [swims to the shore] Boy on Tower: Go on, Vityok. You're next.
[last lines] Ichabod Crane: [arriving in New York City with Katrina and Masbeth] Ah, just in time for a new century. You'll soon find your bearings, young Masbeth. The Bronx is up, the Battery is down, and home is this way.
[chased by a Reaver aircraft] Jayne Cobb: How come they ain't blowin' us out the air? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: They wanna run us down. The up-close kill. River Tam: They want us alive when they eat us.
Nute Gunray: [Anakin walks up to him] The war is over. Lord Sidious promised us peace. We only want... [Anakin strikes him down with his lightsabre]
[the taxicab pulls up] Johnnycab: The fare is 18 credits, please. [Quaid gets out] Douglas Quaid: Sue me, dickhead! [cab tries to run him down, crashes, and explodes] Johnnycab: We hope you enjoyed the ride!
To become a doctor, you spend so much time in the tunnels of preparation - head down, trying not to screw up, trying to make it from one day to the next - that it is a shock to find yourself at the other end, with someone shaking your hand and asking...
The thing is, people can't complain about profit-oriented moves if they're only interested in profit themselves. You can't have it both ways. If they're willing to polish up a gift and sell it to make money, they can't really complain about the fact ...
My first novel was turned down by half a dozen publishers. And even after having published five or six books, I wasn't making enough money to live on, and was beginning to think I'd have to give up the dream of being a full-time writer.
The success that Americans are said to worship is success of a specific sort: accomplished not through hard work, primarily, but through the ingenious angle, the big break. Sit down at a lunch counter, stand back up a star. Invest in a new issue and ...
I remember telling my creative writing teacher that you never want to have a journal, because if you lose it, then someone's going to know all your secrets. And then she stopped using a journal, but I always write everything down... Anytime I travel,...
Well, we like to let down our hair and pep it up at the dances, but we keep it slower when we broadcast. We have to please everybody, and that softer music appeals to the larger amount of people. It's like eating too much cake. You have to have your ...
Half the time I feel like I'm appealing to the downer freaks out there. We start to play one downer record after another until I begin to get down myself. Give me something from 1960 or something; let me get up again. The music of today is for downer...
I certainly grew up seeing more movies and television than I read books, but when it came time to do the thing itself you don't have to hire a lot of people to sit down and write a book, so that was the story-telling medium that was available to me.
Ash: Oh you little bastards! All right, I'll crush each and every last one of ya! I'll squash you so hard you'll have to look down to look up! Mini Ash: Hey dumbass!
John Milner: Shit! Hey, get down! Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"? John Milner: What? No, get up, N-O. Sheezus. Carol: What's your name? John Milner: My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.
"Hoot": See you're thinking. Don't. 'Cause Sergeant, you can't control who gets hit or who doesn't or who falls out of a chopper or why. It ain't up to you. It's just war.
General Garrison: This is Garrison. Now I want to be sure y'all understand what your asking for, so say it out loud and clear. Shughart: We're asking to go in and set-up a perimeter until ground support arrives.
Steele: Open up the hatch, we've got men back here! Pakistani Driver: No room here, go on the roof! Sanderson: What's going on? Steele: The roof? Twombly: I ain't gettin on no fucking roof!
If darkness surrounds you, look for the light. If you can't see it, raise your head up. You may be surrounded by darkness but it does not cover you on top. Let the light shine down on you and let it lead the way out of darkness.
