Cammi: [Miles has just made a mad dash through Cammi's bedroom, grabbing Jack's wallet on the way out] The wallet! He's got Derek's wallet!
A bashful beggar has an empty wallet.
The heaviest baggage for a traveler is an empty wallet.
Donnie: [reading lifeline card] "Ling Ling finds a wallet on the ground filled with money. She takes the wallet to the address on the driver's license but keeps the money inside the wallet." [Scoffs] Donnie: I'm... I'm sorry, Mrs. Farmer. I don't get...
The wallet of the timid man neither increases nor decreases.
[at breakfast Neal finds his wallet empty and gives Del a mean look] Del: What? Neal: You know goddamn well what! Del: I'm sorry I don't Neal: I had over 700 dollars in here. Del: I didn't touch your dough Neal. I'm a lot of things but I'm not a thie...
Fischer: [handing his abductors his wallet] There's five hundred dollars in there. And the wallet's worth more than that.
My wallet was empty after the charity auction. Of course, my wallet was empty before the auction too. I donated my time and money to strippers.
I opened my wallet and gave him a coupon, hoping he’d open his wallet and give me money.
As much as the Pulitzer is the hallmark of journalism, I think what I love the most is when somebody says they took my column and it's in their wallet. I have had people open their wallet and show me a corner of a column.
I’d like to spend money on a wallet, but if I spent money on a wallet, I’d have none left over to fill it with. At least my heart is full of love, even though I left it in a politician’s pocket.
Either the key to a man's wallet is in his heart, or the key to a man's heart is in his wallet. So, unless you express your charity, you are locked inside your greed.
I cried because I had no wallet, until I met a man who had no money. I don’t know why he had no money, because that man stole my wallet.
Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with string...
Biff Tannen: Where is he? CPR Kid: Who? Biff Tannen: Calvin Klein. CPR Kid: Who? Biff Tannen: The guy with the hat. Where is he? CPR Kid: Oh he went that way. I think he took your wallet! [to bystander] CPR Kid: I think he took his wallet.
The way to a woman's heart is through your wallet.
I don't want to be a thief of my own wallet.
I don't use a wallet. My money is just free-flowing in my bag.
My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet.
The only person who knows what's in my wallet is my wife.
It seems to be a law in American life that whatever enriches us anywhere except in the wallet inevitably becomes uneconomic.
