South Central is just who I am. Even though I have a nice house, nice family, the rest of my generation is still in South Central L.A. My cousins, my brothers, my sisters, they don't wanna move out.
I wanna work; I love so much making films; I hope I can do one after the other. Being on set is what makes me happy, so... The more I can, the better.
Now, I look at where I am now and I know what I wanna to do. What I would like to be able to do is to spend whatever time I have left and to give, and maybe some hope to others.
I want to go to Heaven, and I don't want to come back. I don't wanna come back and be a baby, and be a teenager again. Oh my God, no! No, I don't want to be a teenager again. It's too awkward.
I like refried beans. That's why I wanna try fried beans, because maybe they're just as good and we're just wasting time. You don't have to fry them again after all.
I wanna stay an eternal girlfriend. I want to have my boyfriend's children, but I don't think we need a piece of paper to regulate the game, and we don't have to go through the whole stress of a wedding and suffering to throw a good party.
I have too much drive and determination to let anything falter me. Because I know that life's short and there's so much that I wanna do, and I can't do anything that might hold me back or get stuck in.
People ask me, 'Did you always want to be on SNL?' No, actually, it never crossed my mind. It didn't even seem possible. It would've been like saying, 'Hey, do you wanna go to the moon?'
I don't wanna go on vacation. There's nothing about it that appeals to me. People look forward to doing that; I look forward to getting up every day and doing something.
TV, it's a director's medium, and they wanna make it look interesting. To be rehearsing mostly for the sake of where you're standing so they can do the lighting, that's what I don't like.
Cindy: They're old. Would you wanna live like that? Dean: What, in that home? Well, no. But I'm not getting old. And he's a dummy for dying.
Man with Knife: You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
[Jay hands Emma a cake] Jay: Quick, hit that two-timing fuck with this! [she hits Dante with the cake] Jay: Hey, you wanna go out some time?
Roy Neary: I wanna speak to the man in charge. David Laughlin: Mr. Lacombe is the highest authority. Roy Neary: He isn't even an American.
Wallace: [sobbing] Oh, Gromit! I don't wanna be a giant rabbit! Hutch the Rabbit: Aww. The bounce has gone from his bungee.
Matthew Poncelet: I just wanna say I think killin' is wrong, no matter who does it, whether it's me or y'all or your government.
Edward: Kevin, you wanna play scissors, paper, stone again? Kevin: No! Edward: Why not? Kevin: 'Cause it's boring. I always win!
Cosmo Renfro: When I die, I wanna come back just like you. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Oh, you mean happy and handsome?
Private Joker: I wanna slip my tube steak into your sister. What'll you take in trade? Private Cowboy: What do you got?
Seth Brundle: My teeth have begun to fall out. The medicine cabinet is now the Brundle Museum of Natural History. You wanna see what else is in it?
Lenny: [to Angie] You ever wanna get fucked, let me know. [Patrick pistol-whips Lenny in the face] Patrick Kenzie: How's that, motherfucker? Now you know.
