Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Clear them little bottles off. And when I get off the phone here, call up Hyman and tell him I want it wall to wall with John Daniels. Charlie Simms: Don't you mean Jack Daniels? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: He may be Jack to you son, ...
Buzz Lightyear #2: Oh no, the walls are closing in! [grabs Mr. Potato head and mounts him aganist the celing of the vent] Buzz Lightyear #2: Quick, help me prop up Vegetable man here or we're done for! Mr. Potato Head: Hey! Put me down you moron! Rex...
Formerly these harsh cells in which the discipline of the prison leaves the condemned to himself were composed of four stone walls, a ceiling of stone, a pavement of tiles, a camp bed, a grated air-hole, a double iron door, and were called "dungeons"...
An art book is a museum without walls.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Spoil all the walls with sellotape marks.
I like to build bridges... not walls.
Look at the walls of Pompeii. That's what got the internet started.
Spiderman can climb walls and he's got a cool outfit.
I would run through brick walls for Spurs.
In the 21st century, we can't create security by building walls.
Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore co...
After tidying up, Adela would plunge the rooms into semidarkness by drawing down the linen blinds. All colors immediately fell an octave lower, the room filled with shadows, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea and the light was reflected in mi...
My colors ran all over the page, poured out of the lines and meshed together to form colors no one had yet recognized. I was different–unique, bold, strong, smart, and hard-headed. I was simply me.
The point is that you are an individual inasmuch as you exist in a social matrix of others who respect your individuality and your right to make choices. That's concrete individuality: an individuality that it owes its existence to a kind of communal...
The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. I...
Madrid is enjoyed most from the ground, exploring your way through its narrow streets that always lead to some intriguing park, market, tapas bar or street performer. Each night we'd leave our hotel to begin a new adventure in Madrid and nine out of ...
John Murdoch: Hey, do you know the way to Shell Beach? Taxi Driver: You're kidding! Me and the Mrs. spent our honeymoon there. All you gotta do is take Main Street West to... or is it the Cross... You know, that's funny, I can't remember if it's Main...
[last lines] Matt Buckner: [singing] I'm forever blowing bubbles / Pretty bubbles in the air / They fly so high / They reach the sky / And like my dreams they fade and die / Fortune's always hiding, I've looked everywhere / I'm forever blowing bubble...
Dave: Now that we can stop kissing each other asses, I got to point out [points at Matt] Dave: ... you see the first punch he threw? Pete Dunham: Yeah. Dave: Little bit on the feminine side. Matt Buckner: What? Pete Dunham: A bit gay. A little bit ga...
Anthony Hope: Is everything alright, Mister Todd? Sweeney Todd: I beg your indulgence, Anthony. My mind is far from easy. In these once familiar streets I feel shadows... everywhere... Anthony Hope: Shadows? Sweeney Todd: ...Ghosts.
