On the screen I saw tanks rolling through dusty streets, and fallen buildings, and forests of unfamiliar trees into which East Pakistani refugees had fled, seeking safety over the Indian border.
'The New Yorker's' drama critics have always had a comparable authority because, for the most part, the magazine made it a practice to employ critics who moonlighted in the arts. They worked both sides of the street, so to speak.
I didn't want to look distinguished; I wanted to look fun, and also to fade into the street, into the King's Road. If I don't fade into a room at White's, that's fine. My father was chairman of Brooks' and the Beefsteak, and I was brought up in that ...
I never walked the streets of New York hoping to be a musical comedy star. For one thing, they would have thought I was too tall, because l was five feet eight and a half, and they were all little bitty things running around in the studio at that tim...
People use mobile phones in this very distracting environment where you probably don't have time to watch a 30-minute film, but you might have time to look at a film for a minute and learn something you didn't expect while you walk on the streets.
I was miserable in West Side Story. They really miscast me. I came from the Midwest; what they really needed was a guy that was street smart. The first time I saw the movie, I had to walk out. I looked like the biggest fruit that ever walked on to fi...
[Toretto gets out of his car, pointing a shotgun at Shaw] Dominic Toretto: You thought this was gonna be a street fight? [Points shotgun upwards and fires before putting it away] Dominic Toretto: You're goddamn right it is.
Henry Hill: [after Karen points gun at him while hes sleeping] I got enough to worry about getting whacked on the street! I gotta come home for this! I should fucking kill you!
Fred Friendly: Shirley, honey, would you go across the street and get the early editions? Shirley Wershba: All of them? Edward R. Murrow: Just get O'Brian.
[Tom is seated at the command centre, waving a pointed finger at CCTV photos of a street entertainer] Tom Weaver: If we don't come down hard on these clowns, we are going to be up to our *balls* in jugglers!
Fred: That baseball player sure looks like a giant to me. Susan: Sometimes people grow very large, but that's abnormal. Fred: I'll bet your mother told you that, too.
[Doris is trying to convince Susan there is no Santa Claus] Susan Walker: But when he spoke Dutch to that girl... Doris Walker: Susan, I speak French, but that doesn't make me Joan of Arc.
Mr. R. H. Macy: [to Sawyer] "Psychologist". Where'd you graduate from, a correspondence school? [starts to walk away, then turns back to Sawyer] Mr. R. H. Macy: You're fired.
Kris Kringle: Now wait a minute, Susie. Just because every child can't get his wish that doesn't mean there isn't a Santa Claus.
Doris Walker: I was wrong when I told you that, Susie. You must believe in Mr. Kringle and keep right on doing it. You must have faith in him.
Kris Kringle: [smells other Santa's breath] You've been drinking. Drunken Santa Claus: Well, it's cold outside. A man's gotta do something to keep warm.
[West Indian Archie gives Malcolm his first gun] West Indian Archie: Now you're outfitted. You ready to tackle the streets? Malcolm X: Yeah, I'm ready. Let them come.
Tina's Mom: [On seeing Tina's torn nightgown] Tina, you either gotta cut your fingernails or ya gotta stop that kind of dreaming. One or the other.
Nancy: [looking in the mirror] This is just a dream, this isn't real. This is just a dream, he isn't real. He isn't... Nancy: [Freddy smashes through the mirror and grabs her]
Nancy: [after seeing that the house is now fully secured] Mother! What's with the bars? Marge: Security. Nancy: Security? Security from what? Marge: Not from what, from whom.
Nancy: Maybe I should just pick up that bottle and veg out with you; ignore everything going on around me by getting good and loaded. Marge: [Smacks Nancy]
